(EAW intro plays.)
(The camera shows a recap of last week’s Voltage, highlighting the major events as always before fading out. The camera would then reopen to the Don Haskins Center in El Paso, Texas, where pyro can be seen shooting out of the stage. Thousands of fans are shown cheering in the crowd, before the camera cuts to the commentary table where Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich and Persephone are seen as always.)
Rich Russillo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the FINAL Sunday Night Voltage before Wicked Games!
Thadd Blazevich: Dude… I can’t wait for this one bro. Wicked Games is gonna be awesome, but before we get there we have a great night planned for tonight, and I can’t wait to get to it!
Persephone: Well there’s no Deathmatches happening tonight, so I don’t see tonight being anywhere as interesting as Wicked Games. Still, might as well hurry and get it over with.
(‘Run Into Flowers’ by M83 hits, causing a loud reaction to come from the crowd as the fans in attendance cheer. The camera pans towards the stage as the cheers continue, and before long, Bronson Daniels begins walking out to the stage. Bronson has a microphone on his hand, but he doesn’t look thrilled to even make an appearance tonight as he takes a small glance at the crowd. He begins walking down the ramp, looking directly at the ring with a cold look on his face on his way to the ring.)
Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels is on his way to the ring, and I think we have ourselves a crazy match on the horizon between this man and Jon Kelton at Wicked Games. We saw the brawl they found themselves in last week.
Thadd Blazevich: Sure did, dude. That was wild, but now we know that they not only will be facing each other, but they’ll be doing it in a Deathmatch!
Persephone: It’s the best news I could’ve heard, honestly. There was literally no chance anything interesting came out of a normal match between those two.
(Bronson Daniels makes it down to ringside and climbs onto the apron, taking a moment to think before entering the ring. After some time, Bronson finally begins to speak.)
Bronson Daniels: I understand that this is the first season of my career that I have spent on Voltage, so Captain Charisma may feel like introducing me to Voltage’s ways. This brand is unique. I’ve grown used to being a member of Dynasty and Showdown’s rosters, but Voltage is a brand built for war and I’ve realized that over the last few months. It’s for that reason that Captain Charisma felt it necessary to make my upcoming match against Jon Kelton a Deathmatch, but I’d just like to remind you all of what Jon Kelton has done, and who Jon Kelton is. He’s the man I once considered a brother. The man I spent about an entire year standing alongside, fighting battle after battle together. He was the man who I trusted in a match that very well could’ve ended with one of us leaving as World Champion while the other is forced to sit back and wait for their opportunity.
Bronson Daniels: It’s for this reason that I say, I’m not convinced a Deathmatch is going to be good enough.
(This causes loud cheers to come from the fans, surprised to hear these words from Bronson.)
Bronson Daniels: Jon took an entire year’s worth of trust and tore it to shreds. He stabbed me in the back at a moment that could’ve benefited both of us, throwing it away and leaving us both empty-handed simply for the sake of taking a moment from me. He sabotaged my career, robbing me of a third World Championship reign despite the fact that if there was anyone I hoped to see finally hold a World Championship, even if it meant he accomplished it at Territorial Invasion, it was him. He ruined Elysium, and it’s thanks to him that all the time we wasted was for nothing. I don’t need an introduction to Voltage’s methods right now. I need the chance to end Jon Kelton, and take him out of my way for good.
(This brings about more cheers, but they are short-lived as ‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West hits. Immediately boos flood the arena as Jon Kelton begins to walk out to the stage, holding a microphone of his own. Bronson stares at Kelton with an annoyed look on his face, just shaking his head as his Wicked Games opponent begins to walk down the ramp, staring right back at Bronson.)
Rich Russillo: Uh oh, hopefully security is ready to get out here like they did last week. With Jon Kelton making his way to the ring, I think we all know exactly where this can go if these two are left unattended.
Thadd Blazevich: It’s crazy things even turned out this way bro, but it is what it is. It looks like these two want to kill each other at this point. On the bright side, Deathmatches are wicked cool, dude!
Persephone: I actually agree with you for once. Then again, you sound like such an idiot I don’t even want to agree.
(Jon Kelton makes his way up the steel steps before finally entering the ring, standing face to face with Bronson Daniels.)
Jon Kelton: Believe it or not, I agree. A Deathmatch may not be enough, not after everything I had to endure only to be paid in dust. It’s funny that we’re expected to work together once more tonight as if nothing happened, but then again, I suppose that’s how it’s always been between us. I have experienced so much all for the sake of saving you, and all of it has constantly been swept under the rug. I’ve been forced to move on as if nothing happened. I’ve been forced to pretend everything is fine right after giving up the opportunity to finally fulfill my biggest goal in this industry, only behind finally making it into the Hall of Fame. You speak on stolen opportunities and yet when I HANDED you opportunities, I was still forced to be nothing more than Bronson’s tag team partner.
Jon Kelton: Expecting me to put up with that again tonight was ridiculous, because there’s no reason I should be forced to keep enduring that. There’s no reason I should need to keep being part of a team I’ll get nothing out of. Drake Armstrong may have been able to drag Hans wherever he wants over the past few months but I have no intentions of having the same thing happen to me. It’s good that this match is happening at Wicked Games Bronson, because you’re not the only one who wants to finally end this. It’s about time that I get where I’m supposed to be, and if that means first removing you from the picture, I will do exactly that.
(Loud boos come from the crowd, but Bronson wastes no time beginning to respond.)
Bronson Daniels: Wait, hold on. You really believe that you not gaining nothing out of Elysium was my fault? You have some serious nerve saying this to my face right after costing us both the EAW World Championship, but it’s even more ridiculous coming from you when you realize that I spent this entire year giving up matches for you. Had you not been in the picture there is no telling where I may have been right now. Maybe I’d be the Answers World Champion, and all this never would’ve happened. Maybe I’d be the EAW World Champion preparing to face TLA. My career could’ve been an entirely different place right now, but instead I am preparing to face you in a Deathmatch because I cared enough about you to not abandon you, and now I’m paying the price for it. This tag match isn’t a bad idea because you won’t be rewarded for your hard work. It’s a bad idea because it’s only a matter of time before I get tired of seeing your face.
(Jon Kelton remains silent for a moment, but he doesn’t back down hearing the threat from Bronson. There’s a brief staredown between the two, before eventually Kelton just shakes his head.)
Jon Kelton: It’s honestly strange to me that you have it in you to walk out here complaining about everything that’s occurred all while refusing to acknowledge the fact that I earned the right to prioritize myself. You “sacrificed” yourself to help me a few months ago and I appreciated that, but it’s not like that left you directionless. It’s not like that cost you a spot at Pain for Pride. Doing what you did resulted in us fighting for the Unified Tag Team Championships at Pain for Pride, but the same can’t be said for me. My career was put on hold for you back at Road to Redemption. I went from sacrificing myself for you to months of dealing with Silas World nonstop. I went from handing you a World Championship win to not even having a fair shot at getting what I deserved. You know this, and yet you still think you’re the one that was screwed over.
Bronson Daniels: You’re right, I do, because I had your back in every single one of those occasions. I helped you against Silas World. I fought them alongside you and you know this. The difference between us is that I never broke up a pinfall that would’ve resulted in your World Championship crowning. I never directly interfered with your chances of achieving your huge goal, because I understood what that meant to you. Even back at Reasonable Doubt you were the one who let the idea of becoming World Champion get to him, and at Territorial Invasion you let it ruin everything.
Jon Kelton: Well, I have no intentions on going back on that decision. I did what I did, and I’m far past the point of wanting to reunite. I told you what I’m ready to do.
(There’s clear tension in the ring, and Bronson slowly nods his head, understanding exactly what Jon Kelton means.)
Bronson Daniels: You’re right, and like I said, I’m ready to end this. As far as I’m concerned we never finished our business last week, and I don’t care about trying to make another tag team match work with you. If you want to settle this now, then we don’t need to keep waiting to make good on our promises.
Jon Kelton: Good. As long as we’re on the same page.
(The crowd progressively gets louder as the two Elitists stand face to face, noticing the tension in the ring as a fight could break out at any second. However, at just the right moment ‘Self Help Tape’ by Moses Sumney would hit, preventing that fight from happening as both Bronson and Kelton’s attention would be caught. Captain Charisma walks out to the stage with a microphone in his hand, and as he stands on the stage, he begins to speak.)
Captain Charisma: Wait, guys. Wait just one second. I know tensions are running high between you two, and I know you two are ready to kill each other, but we’ve been over this already. I have a show to run, and I don’t need to have that show disrupted because you two can’t stop yourselves from hurting each other every five minutes. I saw what happened last week, so I know that you two aren’t eager to work together much like Hans likely isn’t too eager to work with Drake Armstrong again, but how about this? You two both have your history when it comes to World Championship matches being sacrificed for the sake of Elysium, so if you two really need an incentive to avoid ruining one of the matches scheduled for Wicked Games, I think I have a good one.
(This catches the attention of the fans as well, and at this point, both Bronson and Kelton actually appear to be curious about what Captain Charisma has to say. With a smirk on his face, Captain Charisma continues.)
Captain Charisma: The plan is for the two of you to face each other at Wicked Games in a Deathmatch, but there’s something else I’d like to announce, and it’s about your futures. Road to Redemption as we know is our next event after this, so I’ll make this a bit more interesting in a way that I’d imagine even you two will like. At Wicked Games, the winner of your match will earn you the right to enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the EAW World Championship, while the loser will have no choice but to miss out on the match entirely.
(This causes the crowd to explode with cheers, which Captain Charisma acknowledges as he looks towards the fans. After some time, he looks back at the former Elysium members before continuing.)
Captain Charisma: Of course, if the two of you get yourselves into so much trouble that you’re not even able to make it to Wicked Games, that’d likely do some damage to both of your chances of making it into that match. So, is that fine, or should I just get ready to fill in your Chamber spot?
(Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton look at each other for a moment, both showing clear hatred for each other, but being forced to put it aside for just a brief moment.)
Jon Kelton: Yeah, that’s fine.
Bronson Daniels: If all that matters is that we make it to Wicked Games, sure. I can make that work.
Captain Charisma: Good. I don’t expect you to enjoy working together, just don’t put your match next week in jeopardy. Make it to Wicked Games, and at least one of you can get the chance to win that World Championship you’ve been looking for.
(Captain Charisma begins to walk to the back, but immediately after this, Bronson and Kelton turn right back to each other. They both have focused looks on their faces, staring at each other as they still appear to have very little intention of co-existing throughout the entire night.)
Rich Russillo: Another huge announcement from Captain Charisma, as it seems one of these two men will find themselves in the Extreme Elimination Chamber soon! Wicked Games will be a big night, that’s for sure.
Thadd Blazevich: It’s gonna be radical, dude. These two have even more reason to want to beat each other up, so just imagine what that Deathmatch is gonna be like! I can’t wait, bro.
Persephone: Me neither. Anything to get past all the talking and to all the blood.
(There is a staredown between Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton, who despite their words towards Captain Charisma moments ago, still are feeling the urge to finally fight once more. Neither of them appear to be happy to team up with each other tonight, and with one last shot of the two, Voltage fades from ringside.)
(After that explosive opening, Voltage reopens to the backstage area. The New Breed Champion, the one and only Ashlynn Quinn, is seen. She’s dressed in her ring gear, because her match is next up, and the New Breed Championship is wrapped securely around her waist. She twirls her hair, pops her gum, and walks into the guerilla area. When she sees who is waiting for her, her face breaks into a huge smile.)
Ashlynn Quinn: KAAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
(She rushes up to the 24/7 Contract Holder and throws her arms around his neck. Kai Rabeaux grins as he wraps Ashlynn into a hug. They cling to each other for a moment before separating and Kai hands Ashlynn a single red rose.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Awwww! You are just the sweetest!
(She smells the rose and clutches it to her chest, while giving Kai literal heart eyes. Kai tucks Ashlynn’s hair behind her ear and grins.)
Kai Rabeaux: I just wanted to find you and wish you good luck before your match.
(The thought of her match brings a sour look to Ashlynn’s face and she even pouts about it.)
Ashlynn Quinn: That’s really sweet and you’re the absolute best, but I am so not even looking forward to this stupid tag team match. Number one, I am supposed to be done with Candice Blair! I beat her fair and square, like a million times at this point, so what do I even have to prove? I mean, if she wants to get her butt kicked again, I guess I could do that, but the whole point of me wanting to cross brands is because I want fresh competition!
(Kai patiently nods. He’s heard about this match all week and Ashlynn’s disdain for the youngest Ava sister has been on full display. Ashlynn huffs, sets her rose down on a piece of equipment, and folds her arms across her chest.)
Ashlynn Quinn: And then there’s Daniella! I mean, the goth look went out in the early 2000s, but I have to admit she does pull it off. That being said, I don’t understand why she’s in this match with me. Daniella is no New Breed. She could NEVER stand in my designer shoes and represent a single division as well as me. It’s kind of insulting that I’m having to face her, especially when my so-called partner for this match is nothing more than an incel who is going to seriously drag me down. It’s like Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair like seeing me suffer and that doesn’t make any sense to me, babe! I am the New Breed Champion! They should be giving me whatever I want considering how big of a draw I am!
(Kai gently lifts Ashlynn’s chin with his hands and gives her a smile.)
Kai Rabeaux: Maybe they just have a lot of faith in you, Ash. Did you ever stop to consider that? Your mind doesn’t automatically have to go to worst case scenario every single time. Being a champion does place different expectations on your shoulders. You’re going to find yourself in situations you may not like and that’s the great thing about being a professional wrestler. You constantly find yourself challenged.
(While appreciative of his words, Ashlynn isn’t exactly receptive. Kai chuckles and kisses her forehead before letting go of her face.)
Ashlynn Quinn: I am so fine not being challenged like THIS! This guy is so gross, babe. He totally sucks! I don’t want to team with Clayton Golde.
Kai Rabeaux: I can understand that, but you know this place LOVES the whole ‘can they co-exist’ suspenseful tag team match. You just have to do your best with the hand you’re dealt and I have no doubt that you’ll end up coming out on top in this match.
Ashlynn Quinn: I mean you’re totally right. I’m going to win whether Clayton pulls his weight or not. I expect him to just be super obnoxious the whole time and not even bother doing anything productive.
(Kai goes to reply, but the sound of someone clapping in the distance cuts him off. Ashlynn immediately gags as Clayton Golde slinks into the picture with a shit-eating grin on his face. He turns towards Kai first, giving him a nod.)
Clayton Golde: Kai. Nice to see you.
Ashlynn Quinn: Okay gross! Do not talk to my man. He doesn’t even acknowledge you.
Kai Rabeaux: :mjlol:. Right. I’m going to let you handle this, Ash, and I’m going to make sure Hans and Drake haven’t crossed paths yet.
(Ashlynn nods and kisses Kai, watching him with an adoring smile as he walks off.)
Clayton Golde: You do realize that you’d serve him better standing at ringside as opposed to trying to compete, right?
Ashlynn Quinn: Excuse me??
(Ashlynn fixes her next challenger with a rather cold look.)
Clayton Golde: While the whole concept of women’s wrestling is understandable in this day and age, I don’t understand why women feel like they can cross that line and compete against men. There’s reasons why we have divisions and it’s to separate the weak from the strong, and quite frankly, the sooner I can get that New Breed Championship off of you, the better. That way you can scurry back to the women’s division, where you belong, and compete against your own gender.
(Clayton pauses for a moment, but his words have already done their damage. Ashlynn is clenching her fists and positively fuming at this point, but Clayton pays that no mind.)
Clayton Golde: Or, as I said. If you wanted to serve your superior the way a woman should, you would simply follow him to the ring and be the one thing a woman like you is good for; eye candy.
(Ashlynn takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She counts to ten, fixes her face into a smile, and finally looks at Clayton.)
Ashlynn Quinn: I’m not surprised to hear something so stupid coming from you. Thankfully, The Last Stand is right around the corner, and then, once I have another successful title defense to my name, I will never have to cross paths with you again.
(Ashlynn goes to walk off, but Clayton steps in front of her. Ashlynn’s eyes widen and she looks around.)
Ashlynn Quinn: STRANGER DANGER!
(Clayton grabs Ashlynn and throws her up against the wall.)
Clayton Golde: Shut up before I knock all those pretty teeth out of your mouth. I don’t want to team up with you anymore than you do with me, because if this season has taught me anything, it’s that dime a dozen blondes do nothing but hold a good man down and keep him from reaching his full potential. Do not screw up this match tonight or you will come to regret it. Do I make myself clear?
(Ashlynn makes a disgusted face and shoves Clayton back as hard as she can.)
Ashlynn Quinn: If you literally ever pull some fuckboy shit like that again, I will slit your throat and not think twice about it. Okay??
(Clayton throws his head back and laughs. Ashlynn just glares at him.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Uhhh hello??? What’s funny about anything I just said????
Clayton Golde: I didn’t expect you, of all people, to go off on some hormonal rant and threaten bodily harm :mjlol:. You’re not threatening. You’re not even intimidating. You’re a pathetic excuse for a champion, sweetheart.
Ashlynn Quinn: Do not ever call me sweetheart. That seriously just made my skin crawl and you need to step back and realize that I’m not Bridget Bridget. I’m not going to let you get away with doing stupid stuff, or talking crazy. I’m the New Breed Champion for a reason, and you better remember that.
(Clayton smirks at Ashlynn and glances at the New Breed Championship that is around her waist.)
Clayton Golde: You won’t be the champion for long, sweetheart. That’s a promise. We’ll get through tonight without any drama and come The Last Stand, I’ll beat you so bad that Kai Rabeaux won’t look at you again. That’s a promise.
(Clayton looks over at the rose that Ashlynn had sat on the equipment box. When he goes to reach for it, Ashlynn’s eyes widen and she tries to grab it. Clayton snatches it up first and twirls it between his fingers.)
Ashlynn Quinn: That’s MINE! Kai gave that to me. Give it back.
Clayton Golde: You want this back?
(Ashlynn stomps her foot.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Duh! That’s what I said.
(Clayton grabs Ashlynn by the hair and shoves the rose in her mouth. He tosses her to the ground and walks off laughing, as Ashlynn is choking and spitting out pieces of rose from her mouth.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Asshole!
(She starts to cough again and a stagehand comes rushing over to her and helps her up. Ashlynn clears her throat multiple times before looking down at the damaged flower. Seeing it pisses her off even more and she storms off in the direction Clayton walked to get ready for their match.)
(Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Promotional ad for Wicked Games, where Candice Blair faces Daniella Atlas.)
(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
(Juno’ by Sabrina Carpenter plays to a negative reaction from fans, and Ashlynn Quinn makes her way onto the stage, striking a pose with her New Breed Championship. She isn’t happy at all after what happened moments ago, but she begins walking down the ramp, before “Betty (Get Money)!” by Yung Gravy interjects, and plays out Clayton Golde. Clayton ignores the loud boos, making his way down the ramp with a smirk.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first! At a combined weight of 325 pounds… THE TEAM OF ASHLYNN QUINN AND CLAYTON GOLDE!!
Thadd Blazevich: Can they coexist is going to be the question for both teams tonight.
Rich Russillo: Still, I have a bit more faith in Candice Blair and Daniella Atlas too, despite both Quinn and Clayton’s similar personalities.
Thadd Blazevich: I think you pointed out the problem with this partnership right there… similar personalites.
(‘my mind is a mountain’ by Deftones plays to a far more positive reaction from fans as Daniella Atlas walks out for her match tonight, and saunters down the ramp, staying put at the end before ‘So Far So Fake’ by Pierce the Veil blares throughout the arena, and Candice Blair saunters down to the ring, briefly exchanging a glare with Daniella.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 300 pounds… THE TEAM OF DANIELLA ATLAS AND CANDICE BLAIR!!
Rich Russillo: Both competitors seem focused, so thats a good thing.
Thadd Blazevich: Good, they should remain focused, and worry about each other at Wicked Games.
Persephone: Then again, if somebody left me laying like Daniella did Candice, I wouldn’t let that slide personally.
(The referee signals to the bell as both Clayton and Candice start things off.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: The bell has rung, but Clayton’s still tied up arguing back-and-forth with Ashlynn on the apron. MEANWHILE, CANDICE BLAIR SAYS ENOUGH OF WAITING, AND CHARGES INTO CLAYTON WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF HIS SKULL!
Thadd Blazevich: CLAYTON DROPS TO A KNEE IN THE CORNER, AND CANDICE DRAGS HIM OUT TO THE CENTER! BUT CLAYTON EXPLODES WITH A MASSIVE FOREARM! CANDICE RESPONDS BACK WITH ONE OF HER OWN, AND THE TWO BEGIN EXCHANGING BLOWS! CENTER OF THE RING! CLAYTON! CANDICE! CLAYTON! CANDICE! CLAYTON!
Rich Russillo: CANDICE SURPRISES HIM WITH A SPINNING BACK KICK, DOUBLING CLAYTON OVER, AND CANDICE RUNS OFF THE ROPES! CLAYTON DROPS DOWN, FORCING BLAIR TO HURDLE OVER, AND GOES FOR A LEAPFROG AS SHE COMES REBOUNDING BACK— BUT GETS INTERCEPTED OUT OF MID AIR WITH THE “SPINNING WHEEL” BY CANDICE!
Thadd Blazevich: OVERWHELMED, CLAYTON QUICKLY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING TO COLLECT HIMSELF! BUT SENSING HER PARTNER IS IN TROUBLE, ASHLYNN QUINN RUSHES INTO THE RING, AND CHARGES CANDICE BLAIR WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
Rich Russillo: BUT CANDICE SAW HER COMING, AND DUCKS UNDERNEATH! ASHLYNN SPINS AROUND- AND INTO A KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM CANDICE! ASHLYNN TURNS AROUND, AND INTO A KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM DANIELLA, WHO ENTERED THE RING!
Thadd Blazevich: NOW, QUINN IS GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE TWO LIKE RACKETBALL! GETTING A CHOP FROM CANDICE! CHOP FROM ATLAS! CHOP FROM CANDICE! CHOP FROM ATLAS! CHOP FROM CANDICE! AND A FINAL CHOP FROM ATLAS FLOORS HER AS ASHLYNN ROLLS OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE TO ESCAPE!
Rich Russillo: Finally, a moment to catch our breaths as Ashlynn Quinn and Clayton Golde regroup ringside.
Thadd Blazevich: These two aren’t bros by any means, but I can assure you getting embarrassed like that is enough to get their heads back in the game focused.
Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn climbs up on the apron, and Clayton Golde hesitantly rolls back into the ring as Candice stands ready for him in the center. I guess Clayton’s going to give it another shot-
(**TAG!**)
Persephone: I should’ve known. Pussy.
Thadd Blazevich: Clayton tags himself out to Ashlynn, and based off her reaction, I don’t think Ashlynn was expecting that from Clayton Golde.
Persephone: Duh, you think she’d enter this match willingly after what just went down? Please.
(Daniella extends her hand, signaling to Candice she wants a tag, and after some thought… Candice decides to give in, and tags out herself.)
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: At least Daniella and Candice are putting their professional differences aside for now as Daniella enters the ring against Ashlynn Quinn. Both women circle each other to start off, and a collar and elbow tie-up takes place! Center of the ring!
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella backs Ashlynn into the corner, and keeps her pinned there whilst grinding her forearm across Ashlynn’s face before finally backing away! Early aggression being shown by Atlas. Ashlynn notices her slightly smeared lipstick as a result, and doesn’t take kindly to having her movie star good looks damaged! Charging at Daniella Atlas as a result!
Rich Russillo: The two engage in another collar and elbow tie-up, albeit far more aggressive! Daniella backs Ashlynn into the corner again with ease, and backs off at the behest of the ref! BUT ASHLYNN QUINN SHOVES DANIELLA, WHO BARELY BUDGED! BUT IT DOES SEEM TO HAVE MADE HER ANGRIER AS SHE MARCHES TOWARD QUINN!
Thadd Blazevich: Ashlynn backs up into the corner, and sticks her torso out through the middle rope as Atlas tries to claw at her! But the referee pulls Daniella away from Ashlynn in the corner, giving Quinn the separation she needs.
Rich Russillo: Daniella pushes past the referee- BUT ASHLYNN QUINN IMMEDIATELY CATCHES HER WITH AN OVERHAND CHOP TO THE CHEST! THAT DEFINITELY CAUGHT DANIELLA OFF GUARD, AND BEFORE SHE CAN REGISTER, QUINN GRABS HER IN A STANDING SIDE HEADLOCK! WRENCHING ON THE HOLD!
Persephone: Calm down, it’s a side headlock. No reason to yell.
Rich Russillo: Right. Ashlynn Quinn has swung the momentum in her team’s favor for the first time tonight, but Daniella quickly looks to squash that with a BACK SUPLEX!
Thadd Blazevich: WHOA! QUINN BACKFLIPPED ONTO HER FEET, AND GRABS DANIELLA IN ANOTHER STANDING SIDE HEADLOCK!
Rich Russillo: Daniella’s size and strength is getting counteracted with Ashlynn’s speed and intelligence-
Persephone: Seriously? Intelligence? Quinn and her partner might share the total of one brain cell.
Rich Russillo: Hey, Quinn’s shown to be crafty in situations where she needs to be. Here is definitely a situation she has to.
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella shoves Ashlynn off, and towards the corner- BUT ASHLYNN GOES UP AND OVER ATLAS! Daniella turns around, and into a standing side headlock! Daniella backs Ashlynn up against the ropes, and bounces her to escape the side headlock! CATCHING QUINN WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW AS SHE COMES REBOUNDING BACK!
Rich Russillo: Daniella stands Ashlynn up, and knocks her back into the corner with a HARD KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella uses her foot to choke Ashlynn momentarily in the corner, putting use that long leg of hers!
Persephone: Careful, she might attract the wrong crowd with this one.
Rich Russillo: Finally, Atlas relents, and tags out to Candice Blair!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: Candice slingshots back into the ring with her back against Ashlynn in the corner to deliver a HARD BACK ELBOW! QUINN GOT POPPED SQUARE IN THE JAW, AND CANDICE DIRECTS HER TO THE CENTER OF THE RING FOR A SNAPMARE DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION!
Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE SMASHES QUINN ACROSS THE BACK WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP, AND FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A STRAIGHT PENALTY KICK TO THE CHEST! LAYING ASHLYNN DOWN FLAT FOR A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE ABDOMEN! NO DOUBT KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF HER OPPONENTS SAILS!
Rich Russillo: Ashlynn jolts up to a seated position, and Candice stands her back up for a shoot kick to the chest! Ashlynn’s on wobbly legs, and can barely stand as Candice Blair goes for another- BUT THI TIME, ASHLYNN BLOCKS THE KICK! PERHAPS PLAYING POSSUM AS SHE QUICKLY GRABS THE BACK OF CANDICE’S HEAD, AND SLAMS HER FACE FIRST OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE IN HER CORNER!
Thadd Blazevich: Aka the last place Candice Blair wants to be at this very moment as Ashlynn Quinn tags out to Clayton!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: Ashlynn keeps Candice pinned in that corner as Clayton enters the ring, and takes the free shot with a KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!
Thadd Blazevich: Ashlynn Quinn leaves the ring, and Candice staggers out of the corner, but stays close to the ropes as she struggles to get wind back in her sails. Clayton’s got a renewed sense of confidence as he grabs Candice’s wrist for an irish whip off the ropes!
Rich Russillo: CANDICE COMES REBOUNDING BACK INTO A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE FROM CLAYTON! AND HE FOLLOWS THAT UP BY KNOCKING DANIELLA OFF THE APRON WITH A RUNNING FOREARM!
Persephone: I never thought Ashlynn and Clayton would find a way to turn things around after literal belt to ass at the start, but I guess they’re full of surprises this evening.
Thadd Blazevich: Clayton picks Candice up, and chucks her out through the middle rope. But Clayton quickly turns his attention back over to Daniella, who is angrily trying to get back into the ring for revenge over Golde! But the referee is holding her back, keeping Daniella at bay while Clayton taunts her!
Rich Russillo: BUT WITH THE REFEREE’S BACK TURNED, ASHLYNN GOES TO WORK RINGSIDE, AND WHIPS CANDICE HARD INTO THE BARRICADE!
Thadd Blazevich: Ashlynn Quinn hops back up onto the apron, acting natural as the referee gets Atlas back on the apron. Clayton slides out after Candice, and rolls her back into the ring for a cover! Hooking the leg!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: Two count! Candice stays alive, and Clayton gets her in a grounded front facelock as Candice rose to all fours! Clayton’s looking to slow the pace, and wear his opponent down in the process!
Persephone: God, can we get back to these two getting their asses kicked? Last thing we need is Clayton Golde “slowing the pace.”
Thadd Blazevich: Candice powers to her feet, and backs Clayton Golde into her corner where she keeps him pinned as-
(**TAG!!**)
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella tags herself in as Clayton’s still being pinned in the corner by Candice, and Daniella takes advantage with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Rich Russillo: That broke the front facelock Clayton still had applied, and Candice exits the ring as Clayton staggers over to another nearby corner. But Daniella’s hot on his heels for another KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Thadd Blazevich: Clayton drops to both knees, and tries inching his way over towards Ashlynn for a tag. But Daniella’s not going to let that happen as she stands him back up for a SNAP SUPLEX! DANIELLA FLOATS OVER INTO THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOO-
Rich Russillo: Kickout before two! Clayton still has fight left within him, and Daniella drags him back to a vertical base. Clayton gets put in a front facelock by Atlas- BUT GETS DRIVEN BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER BY GOLDE! SHADES OF CANDICE, CLAYTON KEEPS DANIELLA PINNED IN THE CORNER WITH HIS SHOULDER AS ASHLYNN QUINN TAGS HERSELF IN!
(**TAG!!**)
Persephone: We go from one piece of trash to another as Ashlynn Quinn’s now back in this match.
Thadd Blazevich: Ashlynn enters the ring, and taunts Candice in the opposite corner before turning around to deliver a FLYING FOREARM IN THE CORNER ON DANIELLA WHILE SHE WAS PINNED!
Rich Russillo: Daniella drops to all fours, and tries crawling to the opposite corner for a tag out to Candice! But Ashlynn’s not going to let that happen as she blocks Daniella’s pathway, and stands her back up for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella staggers over to the ropes, and Ashlynn comes closing in before a KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO THE CHEST BY ATLAS! THAT ONE DEFINITELY HAD A LITTLE MORE FORCE BEHIND IT AS ASHLYNN STUMBLES BACKWARDS! BARELY ABLE TO STAND BEFORE TRYING TO FIGHT BACK WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP OF HER OWN AS DANIELLA STAGGERS OVER!
Rich Russillo: KNIFE EDGE CHOP IN REBUTTAL FROM DANIELLA ATLAS! AND A KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM QUINN IN RESPONSE! DANIELLA ANSWERS WITH KNIFE EDGE CHOP AFTER KNIFE EDGE CHOP! LIGHTING ASHLYNN UP BEFORE CONNECTING WITH ONE THAT DROPS HER!
Thadd Blazevich: DANIELLA SENDS ASHLYNN QUINN OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND TAUNTS CLAYTON GOLDE ON THE APRON! CLAYTON ENTERS THE RING, TRYING TO GET AT ATLAS! BUT IS BEING HELD BACK BY THE REFEREE, WHOSE TRYING TO FORCE HIM BACK OUT TO THE APRON!
Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn regains her footing on the outside, but with the referee’s back turned- CANDICE FLIES OFF THE APRON WITH A SOMERSAULT SENTON TO WIPE HER OUT! GETTING A MEASURE OF PAYBACK AS QUINN AND GOLDE USED THIS VERY TRICK EARLIER!
Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE PICKS ASHLYNN BACK UP, AND QUICKLY ROLLS HER INSIDE! ASHLYNN’S IMMEDIATELY BACK TO HER FEET, AND SHE GROGGILY STAGGERS BACK INTO DANIELLA FOR A RIPCORD INAMORATA! DAMN NEAR TAKING QUINN’S HEAD CLEAN OFF AS SHE DROPS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHRRRRRR-
Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP! ASHLYNN GOT THE SHOULDER UP, STAYING IN IT!
Persephone: Ugh.
Thadd Blazevich: Daniella pulls Quinn up by the wrist, and wrings the arm before tagging to Candice on the apron!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: Tag is made, and Candice climbs to the top rope for a DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE ARM! Quinn favors said arm before leaning back against the ropes. Candice closes in, and NAILS QUINN WITH A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!
Thadd Blazevich: Pain is etched across the face of Ashlynn, but she doesn’t have much time to register as Candice whips her off the ropes! BUT ASHLYNN TURNS IT AROUND, SENDING CANDICE TO THE ROPES INSTEAD FOR A CALF KICK AS SHE COMES REBOUNDING BACK! COVER IS MADE!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! Ashlynn grabs a handful of Candice’s hair, and drags her up to all fours as she tags out to Clayton Golde on the apron!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: Tag is made, and Ashlynn hooks both Candice’s arms from behind, pulling her up so Clayton has a free shot with a KICK TO THE GUT! DOUBLING CANDICE OVER FOR A BACK SUPLEX AS ASHLYNN QUINN EXITS THE RING! COVER IS MADE BY CLAYTON!
ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE ISNT FINISHED THAT EASY!
Persephone: Way to go, Clayton. I’m sure a back suplex was going to end the match for you.
Rich Russillo: Daniella can tell Candice is getting worn down, and she’s chomping at the bit to get in. Problem is: Ashlynn and Clayton are going to do everything in their power to isolate Blair until there is nothing left.
Thadd Blazevich: Clayton stands Candice back up, and blasts her with a forearm! BUT CANDICE FIRES BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HER OWN! INSTEAD OF GETTING INTO A STRIKE EXCHANGE WITH HER, HOWEVER, CLAYTON OPTS FOR A SIMPLE EYE POKE!
Rich Russillo: HE SURE SEEMS PROUD OF HIMSELF AS HE SLAMS CANDICE FACE FIRST OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE IN THE CORNER! CLAYTON SINKS CANDICE TO A SEATED POSITION WITH STOMPS, AND PRESSES HIS BOOT INTO HER THROAT AS THE REFEREE GIVES HIM A COUNT OF FIVE!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
(**TAG!!**)
Thadd Blazevich: TAG MADE BY ASHLYNN, AND SHE ENTERS THE RING TO PICK RIGHT BACK UP WHERE CLAYTON LEFT OFF! PRESSING HER BOOT INTO CANDICE’S THROAT!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Rich Russillo: Finally, Ashlynn relents, and Candice crawls from out their corner, desperately reaching out to Daniella in the opposite! But Ashlynn won’t let that happen as she picks Candice back up for a SUPLEX- WAIT! CANDICE BLOCKS THE SUPLEX ATTEMPT, HOLDING HER WEIGHT DOWN! ASHLYNN TRIES FOR IT AGAIN- BUT CANDICE BLOCKS IT A SECOND TIME, AND SHIFTS THE MOMENTUM WITH A SUPLEX OF HER OWN!
Thadd Blazevich: NOW, ITS CANDICE BLAIR’S OPPORTUNITY AS SHE STARTS CRAWLING OUT TO DANIELLA FOR THE TAG!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: TAG IS MADE, BUT NOT TO DANIELLA AS CLAYTON RUSHES INTO THE RING, AND KNOCKS HER OFF THE APRON WITH A RUNNING FOREARM! CLAYTON STANDS CANDICE BACK UP- BUT EATS A FOREARM FOR HIS TROUBLES!
Thadd Blazevich: CLAYTON RESPONDS BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN, AND CANDICE DELIVERS ONE AS REBUTTAL! FOREARM FROM CLAYTON! FOREARM FROM CANDICE! CLAYTON! CANDICE! CLAYTON! CANDICE!
Rich Russillo: CLAYTON GOT ROCKED, BUT GOES TO SHIFT THE MOMENTUM BACK IN HIS FAVOR WITH “DEMONITIZED!” ROLLING ELBOW GETS BLOCKED WITH A SUPERKICK! CANDICE STUMBLES BACK AGAINST THE ROPES, AND BOUNCES OFF TO DELIVER A CLOTHESLINE! BUT CANDICE WAS THINKING THE SAME THING WITH “GOLD RUSH!”
Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE’S DISCUS CLOTHESLINE, AND CLAYTON’S RUNNING CLOTHESLINE CONNECT IN THE CENTER WITH NEITHER COMPETITOR GOING DOWN! BUT THEY’RE ON SPAGHETTI LEGS!
Rich Russillo: AGAIN, BOTH COMPETITORS ARE THINKING THE SAME THING AS DESPERATION KICKS IN WITH DOUBLE ROUNDHOUSE KICKS TO THE SKULL! CLAYTON GOES DOWN, CANDICE GOES DOWN! AND THE CRAWL BEGINS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CORNERS!
Thadd Blazevich: ASHLYNN’S URGING FOR CLAYTON TO CRAWL FASTER AS SHE DOESNT WANT DANIELLA GETTING INTO THIS MATCH!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: CLAYTON GETS THE TAG OUT TO ASHLYNN QUINN FIRST, AND QUINN RUSHES IN TO GRAB THE ANKLE OF CANDICE, PREVENTING HER FROM CRAWLING ANY FURTHER TO ATLAS IN THE CORNER!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CANDICE ROLLS ONTO HER BACK, AND SHOVES ASHLYNN AWAY WITH BOTH FEET BEFORE LEAPING OUT FOR THE TAG!
(**TAG!!**)
Rich Russillo: TAG! THERE IT IS!
Persephone: Fuckin finally.
Rich Russillo: ASHLYNN CHARGES DANIELLA FOR A RIGHT HAND BEFORE SHE CAN ENTER THE RING, BUT DANIELLA BLOCKS, AND DELIVERS A RIGHT HAND OF HER OWN THAT STAGGERS QUINN!
Thadd Blazevich: DANIELLA CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE, AND FLIES OFF WITH A CROSSBODY! BEFORE ROLLING OFF, AND CHARGING AT CLAYTON ON THE APRON WITH A RIGHT HAND!
Rich Russillo: DANIELLA TURNS AROUND IN THE CORNER AS QUINN RISES TO A KNEE, AND SHOOTS OUT WITH A SHINING WIZARD! SHINING WIZARD ON QUINN, AND DANIELLA STANDS HER BACK UP FOR AN “ANIMUS!” HOLDING IT FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEE-
Thadd Blazevich: KICKOUT! BUT I THINK DANIELLA IS THROUGH PLAYING AROUND WITH QUINN AS SHE STARTS SETTING HER UP FOR THE “SOUTH OF HEAVEN!” GOING TO PUT AN END TO IT LIKE THAT! BUT ASHLYNN SPIKES DANIELLA ONTO HER HEAD WITH A DDT REVERSAL!
Rich Russillo: QUINN CRAWLS INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG OFF “PASADENA NIGHTS!”
ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! QUINN CANT BELIEVE IT, BUT NOTICES CLAYTON GOLDE HOP BACK UP ONO THE APRON! NO DOUBT UPSET AFTER DANIELLA BLASTED HIM OFF THE APRON PRIOR!
Thadd Blazevich: ASHLYNN BEGINS CRAWLING OVER TO CLAYTON, GOING TO MAKE THE TAG!
Persephone: Ha!
Rich Russillo: ASHLYNN WENT FOR A TAG, BUT CLAYTON DROPPED OFF THE APRON LAST MINUTE!
(Ashlynn is shocked at first, but her expression quickly contorts to anger as she rises back to her feet, staring daggers into the smug Golde ringside. Ashlynn yells for Clayton to get back on the apron, but he’s not listening as-)
Rich Russillo: FROM BEHIND! QUINN TOOK HER EYES OFF THE PRIZE, AND GETS PULLED IN FOR A “SOUTH OF HEAVEN!” THIS TIME, IT CONNECTS AS DANIELLA STACKS ASHLYNN UP FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERES YOUR WINNERS… THE TEAM OF DANIELLA ATLAS AND CANDICE BLAIR!
(‘my mind is a mountain’ by Deftones plays as Daniella gets her hand raised in victory by the referee while Clayton Golde retrieves Quinn’s New Breed Championship from the timekeepers area, and begins taking selfies with it as he leans back against the barricade.)
Rich Russillo: Oh, brother. Clayton left his partner high and dry, now he’s taking selfies with the New Breed Championship.
Thadd Blazevich: Generally, they say it’s bad luck to touch a championship before winning it.
Rich Russillo: Eh, I don’t think the thought of defeat has even crossed Clayton’s mind at this point.
Persephone: Moron.
Rich Russillo: But- OOH! BACK INSIDE THE RING!
(Candice came from behind, and clipped the knee of Atlas with a chop block. Daniella dropped to all fours, and Candice pulls her up into position for-)
Rich Russillo: CASTLES CRUMBLING!!
Thadd Blazevich: Our attention was so focused on Clayton, we forget about the factor of Candice Blair ringside as well.
Rich Russillo: And Candice just enacted a little revenge from last week on Atlas, getting the upper hand ahead of Wicked Games.
(Candice stands tall as ‘So Far So Fake’ by Pierce the Veil replaces Deftones as the camera fades elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts backstage to Diego Montana, prompting heavy boos from the crowd. Diego’s walking down a corridor, and looks slightly paranoid, occasionally glancing over his shoulder. In the background, Cosmo Goldworthy steps out one of the rooms shortly after Diego passes by it, and once noticing him walking, calls out-)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Ay, Diego!
(Diego stops in his tracks, and both eyes close momentarily, signaling this is the exact thing he wanted to avoid. Diego reluctantly turns around, and responds to Cosmo.)
Diego Montana: Can’t talk right now! I got a huge match later tonight, you know how that is!
(Diego quickens his pace, and Cosmo scoffs at Diego thinking it’ll be that easy to shake him as he marches after. Diego goes to exit through a door, but gets a hand placed on his shoulder by Cosmo, which stops Diego in his tracks. Montana closes his eyes once more, annoyed at being bugged by Cosmo, especially when it’s the very thing he wanted to avoid ahead of his match. Reluctantly, he turns around to face him, but it’s clear from Diego’s body language he’s feeling uneasy about what Cosmo has in store for him.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Diego Montana. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid me.
Diego Montana: Whaaaat? What’d make you think that?
(Cosmo could hear the obvious lying tone in his voice.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: I don’t know, maybe because last week, you cost me my match against Miku Sakai… which was a big mistake by the way.
(Cosmo takes a more serious tone with Diego, and stares daggers into him, only making the uneasiness worse as Diego tries to avoid direct eye contact.)
Diego Montana: Right, right… hey, man, I think we got off on the wrong foot last week-
(Cosmo does the shush gesture, not wanting to hear anymore half-baked excuses from Diego Montana, and demanding he shut up.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: No, no, no, don’t try to backpedal now. Obviously, it was intentional when you threw a bunch of matcha powder in my face. But guess what? You got exactly what was coming to you later on in the night, because I was right there to get my get-back in your match against Kai Rabeaux.
Diego Montana: So, I guess that makes us even? 😅
Cosmo Goldworthy: Far from it. Trust me, the worst has yet to come, and you’re gonna find that out when the two of us eventually face off. Going off that look on your face, you’re about close to wetting your pants at the very thought.
Diego Montana: Pfft.
(Diego tries to maintain some semblance of confidence, but it’s clear he’s not big on facing Cosmo at all, something Cosmo knows, and rolls his eyes at the confident facade of Montana.)
Diego Montana: Listen, I could stand here all day, and hear you rant about God knows what. But as I told you earlier, I have a match later tonight, and it’s against EAW Hall of Famer, Chris Elite. So, clearly, I need my attention directed towards that rather than… whatever this is.
Cosmo Goldworthy: This? This is the problem you created for yourself, Diego. Let’s not forget, you’re the one that went around toting open challenges last week, and you interfered in my match first.
(Diego brushes off this statement made by Cosmo.)
Diego Montana: An open challenge that wasn’t even open to you by the way.
Cosmo Goldworthy: Then… that defeats the point of an open challenge.
Diego Montana: I- whatever, “Cosmo,” if that is your real name! Listen to me. I should have BEEN done with this conversation. So, do me a favor, and leave. Better yet, take a holiday! You don’t even have a match tonight, I don’t know why you’re here!
Cosmo Goldworthy: What good employee doesn’t show up to work?
(Cosmo flashes a smirk to Diego, maintaining an air of mischievousness to it that Diego picks up on, and isn’t amused by in the slightest, looking to shut it down rather quickly.)
Diego Montana: Right. Well, I better not see you poking your head around my match tonight, perro.
(Again, Diego goes to walk through the door, but Cosmo aggressively turns him around, and the two go nose-to-nose. The crowd reaction rises, feeling as if they’re going to see things escalate into a fight. But Diego has second thoughts as he starts to back off a bit, which garners boos.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Cmon, don’t try and wuss your way outta this one. For once in your life, be a man. You had no issues coming out mid match, why such a problem when I’m standing here face-to-face?
Diego Montana: Again, bringing up last week. Cosmo, please get over yourself. Really, I didn’t cost you that match against Miku, and if you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself. My sole purpose for being out there wasn’t to distract you. It was to hit on Miku’s fine mamacita of a sister, Kiko. She was feeling me too, that is until you came over to ruin everything. Probably jealous at how much clout I got with the ladies.
(Cosmo shakes his head, refusing to believe Diego actually buys into the nonsense he’s spewing, but Montana doesn’t pick up on his clear interest.)
Diego Montana: Listen, the key is in: matcha tea-
(Finally, Cosmo has enough, and erupts at Diego, cutting him off.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Man, FUCK your Matcha Lattes, and neither Eden nor Kiko will ever touch your creepy ass!
(Diego grits his teeth, annoyed.)
Diego Montana: That isn’t true.
(Cosmo mimics Diego, but in a nerdy voice.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: “That isn’t true. 🤓 “ man, shut up! You’re right, we are wasting our time here-
Diego Montana: Thank you!
Cosmo Goldworthy: I wasn’t finished. We are wasting our time here, so I might as well get to the point of why I tracked you down in the first place. See, I talked to Captain Charisma earlier, and he agreed to make a match between the two of us official, so long as both parties agreed. You already know my answer, all I need is yours. So, what do you say? Me versus you… at Wicked Games.
(The crowd cheers at the prospect of those two going at it, mainly holding out hope that Cosmo Goldworthy lays the smackdown on Diego come the big show. Diego glances around, acknowledging the reaction from fans, but still looks apprehensive himself.)
Diego Montana: I’ll think about it.
(Once again, Diego goes to leave, but gets stopped by Cosmo Goldworthy for a third time as he places a hand on his arm, forcing Diego to reluctantly turn around.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: I had a feeling you’d say that, but think about this: Wicked Games is next week. You’re far better off getting our match out the way then, because I’m not just going to go away like you’re hoping. Not after what happened last week. You made your bed, and you’re just going to have to lay in it. So, next week… Diego Montana versus Cosmo Goldworthy, what do you say? …unless of course, you like simply having to look over your shoulder every single week, cause I’ll no doubt be lurking to get my hands on you.
(Diego Montana weighs his options, frustrated at being put on the spot like this, but eventually blurts out his answer.)
Diego Montana: Alright, fine! Fine, you want a match?! Diego Montana versus Cosmo Goldworthy, it’s ON!
(The crowd cheers, getting what they want, and Cosmo forms a satisfied grin on his face as well while Diego is just fed up with the whole mess, having been pressured into giving a match he clearly never wanted to happen.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: Now, that wasn’t so hard… was it?
Diego Montana: Yeah, whatever. Laugh now, but you’re not going to be smiling at Wicked Games!
(Cosmo’s confidence remains unshakable, especially not by “Diego Montana” in his mind.)
Cosmo Goldworthy: I doubt it.
Diego Montana: You don’t even stand a chance against me, alright? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got places to be-
(Diego goes to leave out through the door again, but Cosmo once again reaches out to stop him, and Diego instantly shoves him back off instinct.)
Diego Montana: Man, get off me!
(Diego’s anger shortly wears off as it starts to sync in what he just did, and Cosmo’s not taken kindly to being by Montana. Cosmo grows angry, and Diego tries to beg him off as he marches forward-)
Diego Montana: Hey, we can talk about thi-
(Cosmo grips Diego by the shirt with one hand- but gets a LOW BLOW for his troubles! Cosmo drops to a knee, and Diego quickly scurries out through the door, escaping. The camera zooms in on Cosmo’s face as he’s both in pain, but clearly seething with anger from the cowardly actions performed by Montana, who won’t be able to run for their agreed upon match at Wicked Games. With this, the camera fades elsewhere.)
(Commercial for EAW 2k26.)
(Voltage reopens to another backstage area. Molly Waters is standing by and she’s got a microphone in her hand.)
Molly Waters: Ladies and gentlemen, last night at House of Glass, two Voltage Elitists stepped up to face Mia Santoro for the EAW Specialists Championship. Saori Aizen and ARIA both put everything they had into the match, but ultimately the tension between these two boiled over and Mia Santoro was able to retain her championship when ARIA struck Saori with a glass baseball bat, seemingly by accident. Joining me right now to talk about what happened last night is none other than one of those women who came up short in Saori Aizen.
(The camera shot widens to show a very battered and very frustrated Saori Aizen standing to Molly’s left. Molly turns to Saori and gives her a sympathetic smile.)
Molly Waters: First of all, thank you for joining me, Saori. I can’t imagine you’re feeling up to much of anything, let alone an interview.
Saori Aizen: You believe I am suffering? Whatever gave you that impression, Molly!
(There is sarcasm in Saori’s voice and she sighs when Molly doesn’t take the bait.)
Saori Aizen: I will live, more or less. Physically, I’m hurting, but mentally? I could not be more enraged at the way the Specialists Championship match ended last night. Mia Santoro does not deserve to hold that championship and had it not been for ARIA doing what she does best, that title would be around my waist at the moment. I am so very sick of standing here after a Marquee Live Event and being forced to admit that I left with nothing more than a bruised ego. That is certainly the case this time, but it is not because of said loss.
(Saori’s lovely features twist into a scowl.)
Saori Aizen: It is because I allowed this whole situation with ARIA to get out of hand and it cost me in the end. I blame myself for not ending her life at Territorial Invasion, AFTER she dropped the ball in what was one of the most important matches I’ve had thus far, and there should not have been a scenario where ARIA was allowed to walk again after that. That is on me because had I done what I should have, then she would not have followed me to Dynasty and butted into my challenge for the Specialists Championship. Mia and I could have gone one-on-one and I’ve not a doubt that I would be a champion right now. Santoro is a dismal champion, at best, having skated through these title defenses by the skin of her teeth. Perhaps I am wrong, but she won not a single match last season, or that is how it seemed, but she somehow found herself in the Specialists Championship match back at Pain for Pride.
(Saori shakes her head.)
Saori Aizen: There is no sense to be made of such a scenario, but there is nothing to be done at the moment. I will cross paths with Santoro again should she continue to keep lucking out during her title defenses, and when that does happen, there will not be an ARIA to screw up and cost me the match.
???: Maybe I did screw up…
(Saori immediately tenses up at the sound of ARIA’s voice, and when ARIA steps up on the other side of Molly, she gets into a defensive position. ARIA, who looks as bad as Saori does, if not worse due to the nasty fall she took at the end of the match, holds up her hands.)
ARIA: Maybe I did screw up… but I’m not upset that it cost you the Specialists Championship.
Saori Aizen: Lestrade, I will give you but one warning. Do not make the mistake of further antagonizing me.
(ARIA simply brushes this off much to Saori’s chagrin.)
ARIA: Or what, Saori? You’ll eNd Me? How many times have we all listened to you dish out these idle threats only for them to fall by the wayside. Maybe it’s time you opened your eyes and realized that you’re not what you claim to be. You are not some monster, or demon. You are human, just like the rest of us, and more than that, you’re a struggling Elitist. You’ve never been able to win when it matters the most, and don’t you think it’s time to maybe look in the mirror and re-evaluate where you stand?
Saori Aizen: The very fact you are attempting to give me a lecture of self awareness is humorous.
ARIA: Is it? I have owned every single mistake I’ve ever made in EAW, and trust me, there have been a bunch. I’ve had success sprinkled in here and there, but mostly? I’ve done nothing but disappoint myself. It sucks to admit that, but the proof is all over the EAW Network, and I’ve learned not to run from my past. Can you say the same?
(Molly has quietly taken her leave at this point, leaving Saori and ARIA standing face-to-face. They stare one another down, neither woman flinching, and finally, after a long stretch of silence, it is ARIA who speaks once more.)
ARIA: I guess you can’t, which is really a shame. I would never deny that you have a lot of talent, Saori, because you do. But right now, it’s not serving you well. You’re trying so hard to be something that you’re not and after doing this for how many years now? Almost two? You’d think it would click in that thick skull of yours to change things up or maybe swallow your pride and go back to the drawing board, but I guess that’s asking too much. I don’t really get you, Saori, but you know what? I’m glad I made that mistake last night. The last thing the Specialists Championship needs is a champion like you. Mia has done enough damage to that title and you certainly wouldn’t elevate it like it deserves to be.
(Saori laughs a little to herself.)
Saori Aizen: Like you did when you were Specialists Champion? I do not even recall a single defense of yours, ARIA, and I doubt anyone else does as well. However, I will concede that, at the very least, you have held a championship. I can not say the same thing for myself. I have certainly put myself in position to win, but alas, it has not happened yet. Last night should have been my moment, and that is a hill I am willing to die on, ARIA. You cost me something I so richly deserved and mark my works, Lestrade. Your incompetence will not go unpunished.
(ARIA just rolls her eyes.)
ARIA: This is EXACTLY what I mean, Saori. Your words are just words. They don’t hit like you want them too, because you’ve proven so many times you can’t back them up. You’re welcome to try and kick my butt or whatever it is you think you’re capable of, but I’ll bounce back like I always do and I know I’m capable of defeating you.
Saori Aizen: Are you sure about that? You are attempting to judge me based on the things I have not yet done, as opposed to actually listening to my words and taking them in. You may truly believe that I am not able to follow through on what I assure you are NOT idle threats, but you will find out the hard way, ARIA.
(Each woman looks at the other with nothing but disdain in their eyes. Finally, it is ARIA who breaks eye contact and she just sighs.)
ARIA: We’re never going to solve this if we just keep talking.
Saori Aizen: I never wanted to talk in the first place.
ARIA: Well considering neither of us have been cleared to compete and the card for Wicked Games is already set, I guess we’ll have to wait before we settle this inside the ring. There’s been a rumor going around that Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair are planning a Super Voltage that will take place some time after Wicked Games but before Road to Redemption. Apparently the date hasn’t been decided, and I’m sure both of us want this whole thing behind us before Road to Redemption.
Saori Aizen: You got that right because there’s no way I am letting my 2025 end with you still being a nuisance to me. I will wait to meet in that ring whenever this Super Voltage event takes place, but hear me loud and clear, Lestrade. It will be the last time we see you compete inside of an EAW ring.
(ARIA brushes off the comment, refusing to take Saori’s words to heart.)
ARIA: Whatever helps you sleep at night, Saori. I won’t let you get the better of me, and when all is said and done, the better woman will be left standing in the ring with her hand raised.
(ARIA paused and then glared at Saori.)
ARIA: Me.
(With that, ARIA spun on her heels and walked out of the picture, leaving Saori there shaking her head.)
(Voltage then faded to the ringside area.)
(After a moment, the show reopens and goes to the ringside area.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING IS A SINGLES MATCH SET FOR ONE-FALL!
(The lights go out in the arena as a lone spotlight shines at the entrance way of the stage. The sounds of a heart beating fill the arena before that flatline hits. “Somebody Get Me a Doctor” by Van Halen begins to blast throughout the arena. Dr. Bethany Blue comes strutting out with her coat and gear.)
Bella Braxton: RESIDING IN BOCA RATON, FLORIDA…WEIGHING IN AT 125 POUNDS…SHE IS THE HARDCORE CHAMPION…DDDDOOOOOOCCCCTTOOOOR BEEETTTHAAANNNNY BLLUEEEEE!
Thadd Blazevich: And we have it dude! The Hardcore Champion is going to be in action tonight! And she has a very special guest here at ringside watching all of this go down!
(The camera pans towards Selina Reyes, leaning back against the barricade watching Bethany Blue make her way towards the ring.)
Persephone: Why is she even here again? Does anytime someone sits at ringside like ever result in something not shitty going down?
Rich Russillo: Listen, Selina Reyes has laid down the gauntlet. She has challenged Bethany Blue for the Hardcore Championship at Wicked Games. She is out here to scout that competition and be as prepared as she can be. Besides, the champion knows how to focus. I would be more concerned about her opponent here.
(The camera pans towards the local talent in the ring. He’s the most generic looking guy of all time and the name plate simply reads “John Doe.”)
Thadd Blazevich: Well good luck to this dude. I think he might be a little in over his head here, but you never know. Maybe he can get a win over the Hardcore Champion here tonight and make all his dreams come true! Probably not bro but it certainly would be a nice moment.
(Bethany Blue walks to Selina Reyes before she gets in the ring and holds her title in front of her. She then turns around and slides inside to finish her entrance. The referee takes the championship belt and calls for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: AND RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE JOHN DOE TRIES TO TAKE BETHANY BLUE DOWN! He looks for a lariat but she catches the arm! She takes him down with a vicious tiger suplex! He rolls back to his feet, clutching his head from that move! She grabs his arm and pulls him away from the ropes! SHE THEN GETS HIM WITH THE RIPCORD FOREARM! Things are not looking good for John Doe here!
Thadd Blazevich: She clearly isn’t done yet, looking to show off in front of her future challenger! She looks for that corkscrew elbow! BUT DOE MANAGES TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY! Blue hits the mat but she quickly scrambles back up to her feet! John Doe rushes at her again, this time looking for a vertical suplex! HE GETS HER UP IN THE AIR! COULD HE ACTUALLY PULL THIS OFF HERE BRO?
Persephone: Nope. She manages to bring the knee down into his head and he drops her back down. This guy really might be in trouble here. BLUE PUNISHES HIM WITH A RUNNING KNEE LIFT! Damn, he is just getting beaten down here.
Rich Russillo: She could probably finish him off right here but she wants to send a message to Selina Reyes! SHE PICKS HIM BACK UP AND GETS HIM ABOVE HER HEAD! FALLAWAY SLAM! She heads to the second turnbuckle now! I think we all know what’s going to come next here! SHE LOOKS FOR THAT DIVING KNEE DROP RIGHT TO THE CHEST!
Thadd Blazevich: But he rolls out of the way here! That might be all he’s good at dude! He brings himself back up to his feet in the corner! He sees that Bethany Blue is recovering from that miss and he senses the opportunity! HE RUSHES RIGHT AT HER…ONLY TO BE TAKEN DOWN BY THE REMEDY! That cutter obliterates him! It seems like The Doctor is done playing with her food now! SHE GOES FOR THE CURBSTOMP! CONCUSSION PROTOCOL! He puts a foot on his chest and goes for the pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Somebody Get Me a Doctor” by Van Halen begins to play and Bethany Blue keeps standing above her. The referee comes over to hand her back her title and she tears it away. She looks at Selina Reyes and laughs.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…THE HARDCORE CHAMPION…DOOOOCCTTTOOOR BEETTHANNNYYY BLLLUEEEE!
Thadd Blazevich: Wow, she certainly made short work on John Doe there. Guess we shouldn’t be surprised dude! She is the Hardcore Champion for a reason! You have to wonder what Selina Reyes might be thinking about this!
Rich Russillo: I don’t know…but I think we’re about to find out what Bethany Blue thinks about it! Looks like the Doctor is calling for a microphone here!
(Doctor Bethany Blue takes the microphone and scoffs in the direction of Selina Reyes. She looks at her with a smirk as she goes to speak.)
Doctor Bethany Blue: Selina, what a surprise to see you here. I’m glad that you got to see this. This was just a preview of what is going to happen at Wicked Games. You see this guy here? This…whatever his name is? You are basically the same thing to me. You might as well be in his shoes right now. You see, you don’t have a chance of taking this championship away from me. I don’t why you challenged me in the first place really. Because this right here was your fate from the moment you opened your mouth.
Doctor Bethany Blue: You might have been hand-picked by Minerva and told that you have potential. Maybe you do have some. That doesn’t matter to me, Selina. Because it is just a fact that you are completely out of your own depth here. The very idea that you could take this championship from me is delusional at best. You are trying to do something that you just aren’t capable of. So when it comes down to it, you’re doomed. Worse than that, you are going to pay dearly for challenging me Selina. Dearly.
(Selina Reyes stares her down and then slides into the ring, grabbing a microphone as she does. She gets right up in the face of Bethany Blue.)
Selina Reyes: I did not know that you were a comedian. Here I was believing that you were a professional wrestler…a champion. Yet here you are wasting your time with jokes. Time that you don’t have much left of. You see, this is what I have been waiting for. The chance to become champion. This is not something that I am going to let slip through my hands. I am going to grab it by the throat and ensure that I leave Wicked Games as Hardcore Champion. Your time is running out. Tick. Tock.
Bethany Blue: I’m joking? You have no idea what you’re talking about right now Selina. It’s sort of sad to see you trying to intimidate me. I have been in this business for a long time and time certainly doesn’t come to an end with you. If you actually believe otherwise, then you’re just…not paying attention. I mean, you have seen what I’m capable of without a doubt. Everyone has. So you should be very, very afraid of stepping in the ring with me Selina. Terrified.
Selina Reyes: Yet I am calm. Do you see me shaking? Do you see any sweat falling down my brow? No. Because I am ready to take you down. You underestimate who I am and what I am capable of, Bethany. I am willing to do whatever I need to in order to take your championship. There is nothing that you can do to prevent this from happening.
Bethany Blue: Nothing I can do? I can just be me. I’m better than you Selina. I am more experienced, more dangerous and definitely more ruthless than you could ever be. You’re like a cute puppy barking at the bigger dog right here.
Selina Reyes: You certainly are the bigger bitch. I think everyone is going to know that after Wicked Games, especially when I am holding your championship belt. So keep barking Bethany. You’re good at it.
Thadd Blazevich: NO! BETHANY BLUE HAS HAND ENOUGH! SHE SLAPS THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF THE MOUTH OF SELINA REYES! AND REYES IMMEDIATELY RESPONDS BY THROWING HANDS! Looks like we have a fight on our hands here folks! Reyes manages to get the upper hand here! SHE GETS HER WITH A MASSIVE OPEN PALM STRIKE! BUT BETHANY BLUE FIRES BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HER OWN! SHE ABSOLUTELY LAYS INTO HER NOW!
Rich Russillo: Things are not looking good for Reyes here! AND NOW BLUE LEAPS UP FOR THE REMEDY! BUT SELINA REYES CATCHES HER! She shoves her into the ropes! RIGHT OFF THE REBOUND SHE GETS HER WITH THE ALAMO KNEE! IT NEARLY TAKES THE CHAMPIONS HEAD OFF RIGHT THERE!
Persephone: I can’t believe it…did Selina Reyes just take down Bethany Blue?
Thadd Blazevich: It sure looks like it dude! Wicked Games is just around the corner and it looks like Selina Reyes is standing over here! Doctor Bethany Blue has had an awesome run so far but maybe it does come to an end at Wicked Games!
(The last shot is of Selina Reyes standing tall over Bethany Blue. She picks up the Hardcore Championship and smiles. She drapes it on top of the champion before walking away.)
(Commercial for Showdown’s upcoming event, The Last Stand.)
(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SCHEDULED FOR… ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
(‘Burn in My Light’ by Mercy Drive plays, and Kai Rabeaux makes his way onto the stage area, being flanked by his partners for Wicked Games, Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong. Kai strikes his pose onto the stage, and Drake claps for him, but Hans doesn’t share that same enthusiasm as he simply glances over at Drake with an annoyed expression on his face, which Drake doesn’t notice. The trio begin marching down to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first! Hailing from New York City, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong… HE IS MR. 24/7… THE FORERUNNER… KAI RABEAUX!
Thadd Blazevich: A difference in eagerness between Hans and Drake, but they’ll need to be a united front for later tonight, and especially at Wicked Games, bro.
Rich Russillo: Even here, their job is to have Kai Rabeaux’s back against Jay and Miku Sakai.
Thadd Blazevich: True, you never know what shenanigans either side might get into at ringside.
(Cody Maverick is flanked by Jay Jerry Johnson and Miku Sakai as ‘Kostas’ by Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher blares throughout the arena, garnering a far more positive reaction from fans. Cody marches down to the ring, talking crap off mic.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent! Hailing out of Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Jay Jerry Johnson and Miku Sakai… THE SIN CITY SUPERSTAR… CODY MAVERICK!!
Rich Russillo: Cody’s not allowing presence from Drake and Hans shake his confidence, and I think he has full faith in his partners to back him up if anything funny happens.
Thadd Blazevich: Miku and Jay aren’t going to back down from a fight if it comes up, especially Miku.
Persephone: Right, I still remember her kicking the shit outta Hans. Personally, I’d love to see it again.
(The referee signals for the bell as both competitors stand in opposing corners.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: It’s Kai Rabeaux versus Cody Maverick as both men circle each other to start off! Both teams watch from the sidelines, but I have to question how long that’s actually going to last.
Persephone: Please, take a look at their respective teams, and point out a single trustworthy person on there.
Thadd Blazevich: …Hans?
Persephone: The jury’s still out on that one.
Rich Russillo: Collar and elbow tie-up takes place! Center of the ring! Kai gets the upper hand early with a standing side headlock, but Maverick bounces him off the ropes to escape! KAI REBOUNDS BACK WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE!
(Kai bends over, and yells down some trash talk at Maverick on the floor before throwing both arms up in celebration while Drake claps for him ringside. Meanwhile, Hans remains mostly disinterested.)
Thadd Blazevich: I guess the word “humble” never entered Kai’s dictionary. That, or Drake Armstrong’s for that matter.
(Cody makes it to a knee, and shakes off the arrogance shown from Kai before regaining a vertical base.)
Rich Russillo: Cody is back up, and circles around Kai once more. Both competitors engage in another collar and elbow tie-up! Jockey for position takes place, but Kai gets the upper hand for a second time with another standing side headlock over Maverick!
Persephone: Oh no, he’s found Cody’s weakness: wrestling.
Thadd Blazevich: Kai wrenches on the hold, maintaining control over the “Sin City Superstar” before Cody backs him against the ropes… bouncing him off to escape again!
Rich Russillo: KAI REBOUNDS BACK WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE THAT FLOORS MAVERICK! OF COURSE, KAI IS FEELING HIMSELF AFTERWARDS! BUT LOOKS TO FOLLOW UP AS HE RUNS OFF THE ROPES-
Thadd Blazevich: CODY ROLLS ONTO HIS BELLY, FORCING KAI TO HURDLE OVER! AND CODY POPS BACK TO HIS FEET, CATCHING KAI WITH AN ARM DRAG AS HE COMES RUNNING BACK! KAI SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET, AND GETS CAUGHT WITH ANOTHER ARM DRAG!
(Cody stands his ground in the center of the ring, urging Kai to come after him. Rabeaux remains on his knee, holding onto the middle rope as he slowly rises to a vertical ba-)
Rich Russillo: Hey! Maverick rushes him-
Thadd Blazevich: But Kai rolls out of the ring just in time!
Rich Russillo: Kai’s attempting to get his wits about him, but that might be easier said than done.
(Jay and Miku are urging for Kai to get back into the ring, but Drake and Hans are there to back him up with both sides arguing, and walking towards each other. Not wanting to be caught in the middle, Kai Rabeaux rolls back inside, and keeps his back turned to Cody while peering out over the top rope. Suddenly, Drake’s attention, and by proxy, everyone else’s diverts toward the ring as Drake points behind Rabeaux, who turns around-)
Thadd Blazevich: RIGHT HAND! KAI TURNED RIGHT INTO A PUNCH FROM MAVERICK THAT FLOORED HIM! A FORMER GOLDEN GLOVES BOXER, THE MAN KNOWS HOW TO THROW FISTS!
Persephone: Serves him right for taking his eye off the ball. You’d think Kai’d be smarter.
Rich Russillo: KAI RETURNS TO HIS FEET, BUT STUMBLES BACK INTO THE CORNER! CODY CLOSES THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM, AND STARTS STOMPING A MUDHOLE IN KAI! SINKING HIM DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION IN THE CORNER!
Thadd Blazevich: THE REFEREE INTERVENES, DRAGGING CODY AWAY FROM KAI IN THE CORNER! BUT MAVERICK JUKES HIM, AND GOES RIGHT BACK TO STOMPING RABEAUX AS BRO DOES HIS BEST TO COVER UP!
Rich Russillo: Once again, the referee pulls Cody away, and reprimands him about what’ll happen if his instructions are ignored twice. Maverick listens, but this allows Kai enough time to pull himself up in the corner.
Thadd Blazevich: KAI SHOOTS OUT OF THE CORNER AT MAVERICK! BUT CODY PUSHES THE REF OUT THE WAY, AND TAKES KAI DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! RABEAUX IS QUICKLY BACK TO HIS FEET, BUT EATS A KICK TO THE GUT FOR HIS TROUBLES, AND CHUCKED OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE BY CODY!
Rich Russillo: Kai rises to a knee, and Cody exits the ring himself- GETTING DRIVEN BACK FIRST INTO THE APRON BY A CHARGING KAI! Pain is etched across the face of Maverick as Kai goes to send him into the barricade with an IRISH WHIP! BUT CODY REVERSES IT, THROWING KAI BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE INSTEAD!
Thadd Blazevich: KAI COMES STUMBLING FORWARD, AND INTO A BACK BODY DROP BY MAVERICK! KAI HIT HARD! TAKE IT FROM ME, DUDES, THE FLOOR HAS VERY THIN PADDING, AND ABOUT THE LAST PLACE YOU WANT TO RECEIVE A BACK BODY DROP ON!
(Cody grabs the back of Kai’s head after he rose to a knee, favoring his back. Cody gestures to Drake and Hans before-)
Rich Russillo: OOH! MAVERICK JUST SLAMMED KAI FACE FIRST OFF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE COVER! BUT HE ISN’T STOPPING THERE, CONTINUING TO DRIBBLE KAI’S HEAD LIKE A BASKETBALL ON THAT COVER!
Persephone: Ha! This is great!
(Cody stops what he’s doing, and Kai drops to a knee, leaning on the announce table for assistance. Cody stopped as his attention diverted to Drake Armstrong, who marched over like he was going to attack, but holds both hands up to signal no harm as Maverick expected him.)
Thadd Blazevich: FROM BEHIND! KAI REELS MAVERICK IN, AND SLAMS HIM ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A BACK SUPLEX! CODY WRITHES IN PAIN ON THE TABLE AS RABEAUX ROLLS INSIDE THE RING!
Rich Russillo: The referee takes a momentary break from counting to check on Kai, but Cody uses the opportunity to roll off the table onto his feet. Cody’s staggering to the ring, and slides in-
Thadd Blazevich: KAI SHOVES THE REFEREE ASIDE TO GET TO MAVERICK! NOT EVEN ALLOWING HIM TO RISE FROM ALL FOURS AS HE DELIVERS A PUNT KICK TO THE FACE! MAVERICK IS ROCKED, AND GETS DRAGGED TO THE CENTER FOR A DEVASTATING BRAINBUSTER!
Rich Russillo: KAI FLOATS INTO THE COVER ON MAVERICK! THIS MIGHT BE IT AFTER SUCH A SUDDEN IMPACT!
ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP BY MAVERICK!
Thadd Blazevich: Kai wanted to pull a fast one there, but there’s still plenty left in the tank of Cody!
Persephone: God, I hope not.
Rich Russillo: Kai sits Maverick up, and traps him in a rear chinlock! He isn’t going to give Maverick the chance to recover, and opts to wear him down even further! Regardless if you like this strategy or not, you have to admit it’s not only smart, it’s effective.
Persephone: It’s boring.
Thadd Blazevich: The crowd are rallying behind Maverick, desperate to see him fight outta this hold! Jay and Miku are watching closely ringside, and Maverick begins powering back to his feet! Regaining a vertical ba- NO! KAI SENDS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A MAT SLAM, AND QUICKLY DROPS INTO THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOO-
Rich Russillo: Kickout from Maverick! You had to expect that wasn’t enough to keep him down, but Kai immediately wraps Maverick in another rear chinlock!
Thadd Blazevich: Smug satisfaction on the face of Rabeaux, and Armstrong’s loving it ringside! A win here could equal lots of momentum heading into Wicked Games, which is exactly what Drake wants.
Rich Russillo: The crowd are still firmly behind Maverick as he powers back to his feet a second time, and starts loosening Kai’s grip with alternating body shots! CODY EXPLODES WITH A RIGHT HAND THAT STUNS KAI, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES— BUT GETS INTERCEPTED WITH A DROPKICK! WHATEVER MOMENTUM MAVERICK WAS BUILDING THERE JUST GOT BROUGHT TO A SCREECHING HALT!
Thadd Blazevich: Kai goes for the cover, and this might be it!
Persephone: :cmon:
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Persephone: Two count, what a surprise! …idiot.
Thadd Blazevich: :kyrie:
Rich Russillo: Kai shakes his head, and might be questioning if Armstrong’s a glutton for punishment at this point. Kai pulls him back to his feet for a SNAP SUPLEX! Beautiful float into the pin!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: Kickout! Cody Maverick remains a fighter!
Rich Russillo: Kai lifts Cody back to his feet- BUT CODY STARTS TO FIGHT BACK WITH SHOTS TO THE ABDOMEN! BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A HUGE RIGHT HAND OUT OF NOWHERE! THAT ONE STAGGERED KAI A BIT, AND BOTH COMPETITORS ARE ON WOBBLY LEGS!
Thadd Blazevich: KAI TRIES TO REGAIN CONTROL WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN- BUT CODY BLOCKS IT, AND DELIVERS ANOTHER RIGHT HAND IN RETALIATION! AGAIN, KAI IS STAGGERED BEFORE CODY IRISH WHIPS HIM INTO THE CORNER!
Rich Russillo: CODY DASHES IN! BUT KAI GETS THE BOOT UP, TURNING CODY AROUND AS HE STAGGERS TO THE CENTER! BUT KAI TAKES ADVANTAGE OF CODY HAVING HIS BACK TURNED, AND CHARGES IN WITH A “REDLINED!” NORTHERN LARIAT TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, AND SHOOTS THE HALF FOR A COVER! HOOKING THE LEG DEEP!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-
Thadd Blazevich: STILL NOT ENOUGH TO PUT MAVERICK AWAY!
Rich Russillo: KAI CANT BELIEVE AT FIRST, BUT QUICKLY SNAPS BACK INTO IT, AND PULLS CODY UP INTO POSITION FOR A POWERBOMB!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CODY DROPS OFF THE SHOULDERS OF RABEAUX, AND STARTS LIGHTING HIM UP WITH RIGHT HANDS! BACKING KAI INTO THE CORNER BEFORE IRISH WHIPPING HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE!
Rich Russillo: CODY RUSHES IN- BUT KAI GOT HIS BOOT LIKE LAST TIME! EXCEPT CODY WAS EXPECTING IT THIS TIME AROUND, AND CAUGHT THE BOOT! CODY CAUGHT THE BOOT OF KAI, AND THROWS IT DOWN TO HAMMER HIM WITH MORE RIGHTS!
Thadd Blazevich: CODY SWINGS WILDLY ON THE LAST ONE- BUT KAI RABEAUX DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND BOUNCES OFF THE OPPOSITE CORNER FOR MOMENTUM AS CODY TURNS AROUND IN HIS!
Rich Russillo: HOLLOW POINT!!! KAI CAUGHT CODY FLUSH WITH THE “HOLLOW POINT!” AND KAI RUNS OFF THE ROPES AS CODY COMES STUMBLING OUT OF THE CORNER, BARELY ABLE TO STAND! NO DOUBT GOING TO TAKE HIS HEAD OFF WITH REDL-
Thadd Blazevich: CODY DUCKED UNDERNEATH THE SIGNATURE CLOTHESLINE, AND SCORES WITH A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ON KAI! RABEAUX WRITHES IN PAIN ON THE CANVAS, FAVORING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND NECK AS CODY POPS TO HIS FEET!
Rich Russillo: But Cody stumbles back against the ropes, evidently still feeling the effects that kick… but shakes the cobwebs out of his head as he walks toward Rabeaux.
(Cody finds himself standing at Kai’s head, and looks around as the anticipation builds from fans. Cody licks his finger, and the crowd joins him in chanting…)
Crowd: CO-DY MAVERICK!
Thadd Blazevich: CODY RUNS OFF THE ROPES… BIG ELBOW DROP!
Persephone: I’ll still never get all that build-up for a simple elbow drop.
Rich Russillo: Cody is stalking Kai from behind as he slowly returns to his feet… Kai’s clutching at his heart, and gets spun around for a KICK TO THE GUT! NOW, GOING FOR A “SIN CITY STUNNER!” BUT KAI TURNS IT INTO A SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: KICKOUT! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE BACK TO THEIR FEET, AND CODY TRAPS KAI’S ARM OFF A “REDLINED” ATTEMPT FOR A SPIKE DDT! CODY DRAPES HIS ARM OVER KAI’S CHEST!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRE-
Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP! KAI GOT THE SHOULDER UP, AND CODY ROLLS OFF HIS BODY! BOTH MEN ARE NOW DOWN WITH THE WEAR AND TEAR BEGINNING TO SHOW! WHOEVER MAKES IT TO THEIR FEET FIRST WILL HAVE A MAJOR ADVANTAGE OVER THE OTHER!
Thadd Blazevich: BOTH SIDES ARE TRYING TO RALLY THEIR TEAMMATES! KAI AND CODY ARE STIRRING!
Persephone: Ugh, I was hoping this could end in a double countout.
Rich Russillo: Both Kai and Cody are back to their feet, and both men look lost as they stagger back! BUMPING INTO ONE ANOTHER, AND SPINNING AROUND AS A RESULT! KICK TO THE GUT BY CODY! GOING FOR THAT “SIN CITY STUNNER” AGAIN! BUT KAI SHOVES HIM OFF, AND TO THE ROPES!
Thadd Blazevich: “LIGHTS OUT!” MAVERICK REBOUNDS BACK WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH, AND DROPS KAI WHERE HE STANDS! RABEAUX ROLLS OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE, AND CODY GOES TO RUN OFF THE ROPES! BUT ARMSTRONG! ARMSTRONG GRABBED ONTO CODY’S ANKLE!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK TAKES A SWIPE AT ARMSTRONG, BUT HE’S JUST OUTTA REACH AS KAI SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING! UNBEKNOWNST TO MAVERICK AS HE TURNS AROUND WITH RABEAUX CHARGING AT HIM!
Thadd Blazevich: WHOA! CODY WAS READY, AND SENT UP AND OVER HIS SHOULDER TO THE OUTSIDE WITH AN INADVERTENT CROSSBODY ONTO ARMSTRONG! SERVES DRAKE RIGHT FOR GETTING INVOLVED!
Persephone: :mjlol2: If there’s one bright spot in this match, it’s that.
Rich Russillo: Cody exits the ring, and drags Kai back to his feet, directing him over to our announce table area.
(Hans tries to stifle a laugh before checking on Drake.)
Thadd Blazevich: BAM! KAI GETS SLAMMED FACE FIRST OFF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE AGAIN, BUT CODY LOOKS TO BE GOING THE EXTRA MILE THIS TIME AROUND AS HE REMOVES THE COVER! TOSSING IT ASIDE FOR NOW BEFORE CLIMBING ATOP OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE, ATTEMPTING TO DRAG KAI UP THERE WITH HIM!
Rich Russillo: BUT KAI YANKS CODY’S LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM, AND HE LANDS BACK FIRST ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! KAI CLIMBS UP THERE, AND MOUNTS HIM TO DELIVER MULTIPLE RIGHT HANDS ONTO MAVERICK!
Persephone: I was hoping it’d be Kai going through it, but I guess anybody going through our table would be pretty cool regardless. Something to spice up this already dull match.
Thadd Blazevich: Kai finally relents on the punching, and drags Cody up to his feet. Kai’s feeling himself at this moment- BUT CODY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF SAID COCKINESS WITH A SURPRISE “SIN CITY STUNNER!”
Rich Russillo: THE TABLE DIDN’T BREAK, AND AN EXHAUSTED CODY CLEARLY DID NOT GET ALL OF IT! BUT HE MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN ENOUGH AS KAI RABEAUX TUMBLES OFF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! CODY SLUGGISHLY ROLLS OFF HIMSELF, AND HAS TO DRAG 230 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT BACK INSIDE THE RING!
Thadd Blazevich: IT ISN’T EASY, BUT CODY MANAGES TO PULL IT OFF! ROLLING KAI BACK INSIDE THE RING, AND CRAWLS INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE-
Rich Russillo: ALMOST! CODY ALMOST SCORED THE VICTORY THERE, BUT SPENT A LITTLE TOO MUCH TIME GETTING RABEAUX BACK IN THERE, WHICH SEVERELY COST HIM! YOU CANT ALLOW KAI TOO MUCH TIME TO BREATHE! HIS RESILIENCE LEVEL BEING FULLY ON DISPLAY WITH THAT KICKOUT!
Thadd Blazevich: Cody rolls to a prone position on the canvas, and questions his next move against Rabeaux. He already threw out the “Sin City Stunner,” and it wasn’t enough.
Persephone: Obviously, common sense dictates to just hit it again, idiot.
Rich Russillo: Maverick might be setting Kai up for that as he stands him back up, and scores with a right hand! Kai is staggered, but fires back with one of his own! RIGHT HAND FROM KAI, AND CODY’S ON WOBBLY LEGS!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CODY HAS ENOUGH ENERGY TO FIGHT BACK WITH ANOTHER RIGHT HAND! KAI IMMEDIATELY REBUTTALS WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN, AND ITS TURNED INTO A SLUGFEST! CODY! KAI! CODY! KAI! CODY! KAI! CODY! CODY! CODY!
Rich Russillo: CODY IS HAMMERING AWAY WITH RIGHTS, AND BACKS KAI UP AGAINST THE ROPES FOR AN IRISH WHIP! BUT KAI REVERSES, AND SENDS CODY TOWARD THE ROPES INSTEAD! CODY REBOUNDS BACK WITH A JUMPING CLOTHESLINE!
Thadd Blazevich: KAI SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET, AND SWINGS WILDLY FOR A “REDLINED!” BUT CODY DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND KAI GOES REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES! DIRECTLY INTO A “DEEP END!”
Rich Russillo: CODY PLANTED HIM, AND FLOATS INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG DEEP ON KAI!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT THE REFEREE ISN’T COUNTING!
Persephone: Oh, c’mon.
Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE IS TANGLED UP WITH DRAKE ARMSTRONG, WHO HOPPED ON THE APRON, AND IS DISTRACTING HIM! CODY RELEASES THE COVER, AND CHARGES AT ARMSTRONG! BUT DRAKE DROPS OFF THE APRON AS CODY TAKES A SWIPE AT HIM! NARROWLY AVOIDING PUNISHMENT!
Thadd Blazevich: Cody backpedals into Rabeaux onto the canvas, and gets rolled up for a SCHOOL BOY! BUT KAI ROLLS HIM THROUGH TO A KNEE, DELIVERING A SUPERKICK BEFORE FALLING INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE-
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! CODY GOT THE SHOULDER UP, REFUSING TO GO DOWN THAT EASY!
Thadd Blazevich: But what’s happening ringside?
(Drake is satisfied with providing the distraction needed, but Miku walks over, and his smile instantly fades. Drake puts both hands up, signaling he means no harm.)
Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Careful, Miku, no need to start something knowing we have a match later on tonight.
Miku Sakai: (off-mic) Please, I don’t give a fuck about your stupid ass main event, and tell your fuckface friend over there that I wouldn’t mind kicking his ass again over what he did to me.
(Hans heard enough, and finally comes over to back Drake against Miku two-on-one, though it has more to do with Miku’s words than it does Drake Armstrong.)
Hans Grayson: (off-mic) For the last time, Miku, I didn’t attack you.
Miku Sakai: (off-mic) Ha! Please, and I’m supposed to take you at face value, you ratface motherfucker?
Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) If Hans says he didn’t do it he didn’t do it, though even if he did, what would it matter? I’m failing to see what’s preventing him from laying you out on any given night.
Hans Grayson: (off-mic) You’re not helping.
Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) I-
Rich Russillo: WHOA!
(Jay Jerry Johnson kicked off the steel steps, and flew into Drake Armstrong with a right hand! Jay scores with shots to the ribs as Drake’s on the defensive, and Hans and Miku look to each other before quickly engaging in a hockey fight ringside themselves.)
Thadd Blazevich: IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THINGS TURNED INTO A FIGHT BETWEEN BOTH TEAMS RINGSIDE!
Rich Russillo: INSIDE THE RING, KAI HOISTS CODY ONTO HIS SHOULDER FOR THE “KINGSTONE PILEDRIVER!” BUT NOW, HE’S STARTING TO NOTICE WHAT’S HAPPENING RINGSIDE!
Thadd Blazevich: JAY CLOTHESLINES DRAKE OVER THE BARRICADE INTO THE CROWD AREA, AND MIKU STARTS AGGRESSIVELY CLAWING AT GRAYSON’S EYES! BEFORE SENDING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Rich Russillo: KAI LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO HELP- BUT CODY SLIPS OFF HIS SHOULDERS, AND TURNS HIM AROUND FOR THE “SIN CITY STUNNER!” COVER IS MADE, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERE’S YOUR WINNER… CODY MAVERICK!
(‘Kostas’ by Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher plays, and Cody gets his hand raised in victory briefly. Meanwhile, Miku and Jay slide into the ring, and Miku disposes of Rabeaux by sending him out through the middle rope.)
Rich Russillo: Big win for Maverick, picking up momentum heading into Wicked Games!
Thadd Blazevich: It was close toward the end there! Kai seemingly had Maverick beat, thanks to help from a distraction by Armstrong.
Persephone: I guess things even’d out then.
Rich Russillo: In a big way as the brawl ringside took Kai’s attention away from the match, giving rook for a SECOND “Sin City Stunner!”
(The camera pans around ringside to show Drake, Kai, and Hans writhing in pain as Miku, Jay and Cody stand tall, having taken out their Wicked Games opponents. Team Brand Warfare celebrates inside the ring with the camera fading elsewhere.)
(Voltage returns from commercial break and cuts to the backstage area. For the first time tonight, Chris Elite is seen and considering what happened last week, he doesn’t look at all amused. The situation he currently finds himself in with Minerva is both weird and confusing, despite the history the two of them have. The Hall of Famer isn’t quite sure what to make of it, but he wants to nip it in the bud before Wicked Games so the two of them can have a solid match worthy of two Elitists of their stature. He pauses once he gets to Minerva’s lockerroom and though it’s his first instinct to just barge in, due to his own frustration, he does the gentlemanly thing and knocks.)
(When no one comes to the door, despite the fact he does hear at least one voice on the other side of the door, Chris knocks again. This time it’s more aggressive, forgoing the manners he’d just been trying to use.)
(Again, Chris finds himself without an answer and he sighs. He knows Minerva is playing games with him and that’s not what he’s interested in. He pounds on the door this time.)
Chris Elite: Bitch, I hear you in there! Open the damn door!
(This time, Chris is met with the sound of giggling and just as he goes to kick down the door, it’s opened, and he finds himself face to face with Selina Reyes. She’s got a smirk on her face, having gotten the better of her Wicked Games opponent earlier in the night, and she looks behind her. Chris follows her eyes and sees not only Minerva, but Daniella Atlas as well, and he just shakes his head.)
Chris Elite: Nah what the hell? Did I just walk into a fuckin’ gang bang?
(It’s Minerva who speaks, twirling a strand of bright orange hair around a black manicured finger.)
Minerva: I guess it all depends… Is that what you’re into? I’m open minded…
(Her voice is low and full of sexual overtones and Chris has to take a step back. Selina giggles and steps back, inviting Chris into the lockerroom.)
Chris Elite: Oh nah. I’m not about to step in there with three of you. I don’t trust you bitches at all. Last thing I need is to get jumped by the fucking Brides of Dracula around here.
Daniella Atlas: Not to worry, mon cherie. I was just taking my leave.
(Daniella turns to Minerva, her mind clearly heavy with a lot to consider.)
Daniella Atlas: I will think upon what you proposed, but know this. That one…
(Daniella points at Selina, who glares at her in return. The tension and history between the two of them is palpable, filling the air.)
Daniella Atlas: Is someone that I do not care for, nor will I ever trust. However, the thought of working alongside you is something that I admit I do find tempting.
(Minerva licks her blood red lips at Chris, who still has no clue what is going on, before turning back to Daniella.)
Minerva: Selina is good, and I trust her. If you trust me, that is all that matters. We’ll talk, though. I believe we can make this make sense.
(Daniella nods and takes her leave, shoulder checking Selina on her way out. Selina just rolls her eyes before turning around. She sees Chris still hesitant to enter the room and motions for him to come in, stepping aside to show the space is open.)
Selina Reyes: Don’t worry. You’re safe, at least from me. I’m going to get ready for my match.
(Selina leaves as well which leaves Chris and Minerva. Chris is still hesitant to step over the threshold because once he does, he will have entered Minerva’s space. She notices this and takes a bit of pity on him, clicking her tongue as she walks towards him, an obvious sway to her walk as she moves.)
(The two stand outside the door now, in neutral territory, and Minerva leans against the doorframe and gives Chris a sleepy eyed look, her lips parted with a breathy voice.)
Minerva: Did you need something, Christopher?
Chris Elite: Christopher? What? No. Do not call me that. What the fuck kind of game are you trying to play with me?
Minerva: I have no idea what you could possibly mean by that…
Chris Elite: Nah, stop fucking around. You came out and fucked up my match last week, cost me a win and now you gonna sit there and play all innocent? Fuck that. What’s your fucking problem?
Minerva: My problem?
(Minerva narrows her eyes and bites the inside of her cheek. She crosses one leg over the other in her stance, motioning her hips slightly towards him.)
Minerva: Can’t a girl just want some attention? Is that so wrong?
Chris Elite: Okay. You lookin at me all hungry. You know this is melanin, not vegemite on my skin, don’t you?
Minerva: Oh… I know exactly what I’m looking at.
(Chris begins to grow visibly flustered and even further confused by the entire situation. The weird sexual tensions and his preexisting anger leaving him perplexed.)
Chris Elite: Just… fucking… damn… Just don’t come fucking with my match again tonight. You want my attention? Fine bitch, you’ll get plenty of my attention at Wicked Games. But stay back here.
Minerva: Oh, you don’t want me to be a bad girl? Okay. I can be good. I promise.
(Minerva continues her flirtatious expression as she puts a hand up, extending her pinky towards her mouth and miming the words “Pinky promise.”)
(Chris on the other hand is gritting his teeth, the frustration building. He clears his throat before speaking again.)
Chris Elite: Yeah. Good. Stay back here. Stay out of my match. And out of my face. I don’t want to see you again tonight.
Minerva: Oh really? You don’t want to see me at all tonight? Not in… *any* way at all?
(Minerva really leans into the last few words and keeps her eyes locked and eyelashes fluttering towards Chris whose face is completely flushed.)
Chris Elite: You… I… Just.. FUCK!!
(Chris turns and storms off down the hallway, every few steps seemingly needing to take one deliberately extended step. The camera turns back to Minerva who watches him as he walks away, her eyes slowly moving up and down before she lets out a breath.)
Minerva: Mmmmmmm… 😈
(With a devilish smile and lustful eyes she glances at the camera before turning back into the room and closing the door behind her.)
(Commercial for Matcha powder with Diego Montana.)
(Voltage returns to ringside.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING IS A SINGLES MATCH SET FOR ONE-FALL!
(‘COMO CAPO’ by Clave Especial ft. Fuerza Regida begins to play as the crowd begins to boo viciously. Diego Montana comes out with a massive smile on his face, clearly still satisfied with himself over earlier events this evening. He looks confident as always as he struts down towards the ring.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM ARLINGTON, TEXAS…WEIGHING IN AT 199 POUNDS…HE IS “THE HARDEST ESE EVER”…DIIIIEEEEGGOOOOO MOONNNTTANNNAAA!
Thadd Blazevich: Of course he’s still smug after everything that went down earlier tonight! I mean, he got Goldworthy with a low blow and took him out! I wonder if that high will help him get through this match!
(‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke begins to play and the crowd switches to cheering. Chris Elite heads out onto the stage looking focused as ever. Chris looks confident ahead of this match, and he doesn’t spend too much time on the stage, wanting to get this match over with as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT…FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK…WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS…HE IS “GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS”…CHHRRRIIISSSS ELLIIITTTEEEE!
Rich Russillo: Chris Elite has quite the match ahead of next weekend, getting a match with Minerva of all people! Last week’s match had a frustrating end for him so he wants to lock in a win tonight!
(Chris Elite slides inside the ring and Diego Montana runs his mouth pretty quickly. Elite just finds it amusing, which ticks Montana off slightly. The referee sends them to their corners and calls for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: There’s the bell and this one is now officially underway! Diego Montana isn’t going to waste any time here! He rushes forward and gets Chris Elite in the headlock! He wrenches it back and forth, applying some nasty pressure here! But it doesn’t take Elite long to break free! He sends Montana into the ropes with an Irish whip! AND OFF THE REBOUND HE TRIES FOR A DISCUS LARIAT! That one almost connected too but Montana was able to duck underneath the arm! He gets behind Elite and tries to get him with the German suplex! ELITE NAILS HIM WITH AN ELBOW INSTEAD!
Persephone: That didn’t go how Montana wanted it to. And now Chris Elite looks to punish him here! HE ROCKS HIM WITH THAT UPPERCUT! Just like that, he’s sent stumbling back right into the corner! He meets him there with another one and lets him stumble back towards the middle of the ring! HE THEN RUNS TO THE ROPES! HERE COMES A SPRINGBOARD SNOOZE!
Thadd Blazevich: NO BRO! DIEGO MONTANA IS ABLE TO CATCH HIM IN MID-AIR! He dodges the uppercut and takes him down to the mat with a German suplex! His opponent rolls over to the ropes, trying to pull himself up…BUT MONTANA GETS HIM WITH A DROPKICK! ELITE IS KNOCKED RIGHT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES! He lands on the outside and slowly begins to climb up onto his feet! BUT DIEGO MONTANA STAYS ON HIM! HE RUSHES TOWARDS THE ROPES AND LEAPS OUT! HERE COMES THE SUICIDE DIVE DUDE!
Rich Russillo: BUT NO! CHRIS ELITE CATCHES HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! IMPRESSIVE STRENGTH HERE! HE LOOKS FOR THAT MOMENT OF CLARITY! BUT MONTANA IS ABLE TO SLIDE OFF THE SHOULDERS! He gets behind his opponent once more and he tries to grab him…sending him into the ringside barricade! BUT ELITE IS ABLE TO REVERSE! HE SENDS MONTANA CRASHING INTO IT INSTEAD! Montana stumbles back towards him, stunned from the impact! AND ELITE GETS HIM WITH THAT BOZO SILENCER!
Persephone: He doesn’t let him fall to the floor though, instead he carries him back over to the ring and tosses him back inside. He doesn’t look for the cover yet for some strange reason. Instead he wants to make sure that the slippery Montana is down for a count! HE REACHES DOWN AND GETS HIM UP FOR A POWERBOMB!
Thadd Blazevich: THINGS ARE LOOKING DIRE FOR DIEGO! BUT HE RAKES THE EYES! He was not looking forward to getting powerbombed here! I don’t blame him for that one bro! Elite drops him down to his feet! MONTANA GETS HIM WITH A LEAPING KNEE! It caught him right under the chin there! He then sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip! OFF THE REBOUND HE LOOKS FOR A SUPERKICK! But his opponent managed to side step it! CHRIS ELITE COMES BACK WITH A HEAD SHOT INSTEAD! A BEAUTIFUL PELE KICK THERE! He hooks the leg for the first of this match!
ONE!
TW-
Rich Russillo: And it looks like Montana was able to get the shoulder up there! Seems Chris Elite will have to put a little more pressure on to get him to break! I think an idea has come to mind for him! He begins strutting in the middle of the ring, he’s teeing up the crowd here! AND THEN HE LOOKS FOR THAT PEOPLE’S MOONSAULT!
Persephone: But his opponent gets those knees up! He lands right on top of them! Montana bounces him off to the side and then gets back on his feet! HE RUSHES FORWARD AND GETS HIM WITH A RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!
Thadd Blazevich: That was gnarly bro! He got him right on the center mass there! And now Diego Montana grabs his opponent and gets him the crossface! He’s got the submission maneuver locked in tight here! Look at the way he’s wrenching on that head and neck! This is brutal to watch! But Chris Elite is not going to give up that easily! He starts squirming towards that bottom rope! MONTANA ROLLS HIM BACK TOWARDS THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! That was right there was a smart move dude!
Rich Russillo: But look out! Elite grabs the hands of his opponent and is prying them off of him! He manages to break the hold! He then scrambles back up to his feet! Montana tries to keep in control, grabbing the arm and twisting into a wristlock! BUT ELITE BREAKS OUT OF IT AND THEN ROCKS HIM WITH THE SNOOZE! That was a big one right there, instantly taking him off his feet! And now Elite picks him back up off the mat! HE GETS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND TAKES AIM INTO THE CORNER! HERE COMES THE 44 BULLDOG!
Persephone: BUT DIEGO MONTANA SLIPS OFF HIS SHOULDERS! HE SHOVES HIS OPPONENT INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD! HE THEN MEETS HIM THERE WITH A STEP-UP ENZIGURI! He grabs him and sends him into the opposite corner now! HE RUSHES TO THAT ONE WITH A RUNNING KNEE!
Thadd Blazevich: But Chris Elite is able to avoid it! Montana is in the corner now and Elite drops him with another big uppercut! SNOOZE! He falls back down to a seated position bro and this is not where he wants to be! Elite heads to the other side of the ring and begins building up some speed! HE LOOKS FOR THAT RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE! BUT MONTANA SLIPS OUT OF THE RING! HE GRABS THE LEGS OF HIS OPPONENT AND SLAMS HIM DOWN ONTO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR!
Rich Russillo: Brutal counter there from Montana but nonetheless an effective one! He was able to turn the tide in an instant! And now Montana is heading back inside the ring! Look at him right now! He is taunting this crowd, letting them know what’s about to do! HE BUILDS UP SOME SPEED BEFORE GOING FOR ANOTHER SUICIDE DIVE! BUT NO! ELITE WITH THE UPPERCUT IN MIDAIR! HE GETS MONTANA WITH IT! And now he throws him back inside the ring!
Persephone: Look at that, he’s going up onto the top rope. He looks down at his opponent with a smirk! HERE COMES THE FROG SPLASH! NEVER MIND! MONTANA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Elite gets nothing but a faceful of ring mat right there. As he goes to stand back up…HE’S CAUGHT BY THE ROLLING FLAT-LINER! Montana makes the cover!
ONE!
TW-
Thadd Blazevich: But that isn’t of this one bro! Not by a long shot! Elite is able to get that shoulder up before the two count! You can see the disbelief on the face of Montana, who was definitely hoping more damage was done there! He drags his opponent back to his feet…AND HE GETS HIM UP FOR A BACKDROP SUPLEX! BUT ELITE IS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET! AS MONTANA TURNS AROUND HE’S NEARLY DECAPTITATED BY THE DISCUS LARIAT! Big impact right there as Elite is back in the driver’s seat in this one!
Rich Russillo: And now he picks his opponent back up to his feet! He grabs the arm and gets him position for the Hammerlock DDT! BUT THE FACE VALUE DOESN’T CONNECT! Diego Montana is able to twist out of it! He hooks the arms of Elite for a butterfly suplex! But his opponent is able to counter as well! HE GETS BEHIND HIM AND LOOKS A BACKSLIDE DRIVER! BUT MONTANA IS ABLE TO PULL HIS ARM AWAY! He stumbles back forwards and grabs the ropes! He wants to create some distance between him and his opponent!
Persephone: BUT NO! But Chris Elite pulls him off the ropes! BOZO SILENCER! Another big slap that definitely has Montana wondering where he is! He then sends him across the ring with an irish whip! OFF THE REBOUND HE GETS MONTANA WITH A JUMPING DDT! He spikes his head right into the mat and looks for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Thadd Blazevich: But no! Diego Montana kicks out right at the two! Chris Elite isn’t about to give him the chance to get his breath! He heads to the corner and stalks his opponent, waiting for Montana to get back to his feet! When Montana is able to stand up, Elite rushes forward and looks for that OPP SPOTTER! BUT MONTANA IS ABLE TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! As soon as Chris Elite is back up on his feet….HE GETS TAKEN DOWN BY A SUPERKICK!
Rich Russillo: Diego Montana is sensing an opportunity here! He slowly makes his way back up onto the top turnbuckle! AND HE COMES BACK DOWN WITH THE LATIN LOVER SPLASH! BUT HIS OPPONENT GETS THE KNEES UP! Montana lands right on them and Elite rolls back to his feet! HE PICKS MONTANA UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE MIGHT SEE THE MOMENT OF CLARITY HERE! HE DROPS HIM DOWN AND MONTANA DUCKS UNDER RIGHT THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Persephone: MONTANA LEAPS UP WITH THE KNEE AND CATCHES ELITE RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN! He then grabs his arm and drags him over towards the ropes! HE JUMPS ONTO THE TOP ONE AND COMES BACK WITH THE ROPE ASSISTED DDT! VATO LOCO! His opponent’s skull is bounced off the floor and he goes for the cover! This one is over.
ONE!
TWO!
Thadd Blazevich: NO IT AIN’T DUDE! Chris Elite stills gets his shoulder up! Montana can hardly believe it here! He looks at the referee and tries to tell him that it was a three count but he isn’t having it! Montana instead gets back to work, immediately placing his opponent in the chin lock! He’s applying that pressure, attempting to continuously wear him down! BUT ELITE FORCES HIMSELF BACK INTO A STANDING POSITION! HE THEN BEGINS THROWING PUNCHES RIGHT INTO THE RIBS OF MONTANA! Bro is forced to release!
Rich Russillo: Elite tries to run to the ropes and get some speed! BUT MONTANA GRABS HIS TIGHTS! He pulls him back in and tries for a German suplex! Elite is able to pry the arms apart with ease! HE THEN GETS HIM INTO POSITION! BACKSLIDE DRIVER! The head and neck of Montana is spiked into the mat! But Elite isn’t done with him yet! He immediately brings him back to his feet! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX INTO THAT NECKBREAKER! FUSION DANCE! Here comes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Persephone: Damn, I actually thought that one was over. Montana was able to kick out right before the three. Like right before. Like maybe they should call it anyways.
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, we still have a match going on here! Chris Elite does look to give one a rather quick ending! He gets his opponent up onto his shoulders here! He is in prime position for some Hours in Silence! IS THE REVERSE GTS GOING TO CONNECT? NO! BRO DIEGO RAKES THE EYES! HE IS NOT GOING DOWN HERE! This is the second time he’s done this tonight and the referee just issued his final warning! Montana doesn’t care! HE GETS HIS OPPONENT WITH A DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE BACK!
Rich Russillo: And that sends Chris Elite stumbling right into the corner! He lands on that second turnbuckle face first! This is not where you want to be with Diego Montana on your tail! Montana heads towards that corner and whips his legs around! CORNER TIGER FEINT KICK! THE DIRTY MAVERICK CONNECTS! It knocks Elite back towards the center of the ring! I mean, the sheer impact of that alone might have knocked him out!
Persephone: Oh, this is going to be a bad night for Elite now. Diego Montana makes his way up onto the top rope! There is a smile on his face, one that you could just smack off of it. AND NOW HE GOES FOR ANOTHER LATIN LOVER SPLASH! THIS TIME HE’S ABLE TO LAND IT! He hooks the leg and he might just pull off the upset right now!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Thadd Blazevich: NO! He was so close but Elite kicked out! Diego Montana can’t believe it right now! He looks pissed off to say the least! He gets back up to his feet and you can see the gears turning inside his head! He’s trying to figure out how to put Elite away here! I think he might have figured it out! He drags his opponent back over to the ropes! HE GETS HIM INTO THE MIDDLE ONE! IT LOOKS HE WANTS TO HIT THAT HEATSEEKER RIGHT NOW!
Rich Russillo: But Chris Elite pulls his head back and into safety! MONTANA TRIES TO SWIPE AT HIM BUT HE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A HOT SHOT! His opponent stumbles back towards the middle of the ring and Elite hops on onto the ropes! HE GETS MONTANA WITH A SPRINGBOARD UPPERCUT! That one definitely knocked him for a loop! I think Montana is going to forget his own name by the end of tonight! Elite drags him back up to a vertical base, looking to follow up with some more offense! HE LOOKS FOR THE DEAD ROSES!
Persephone: BUT MONTANA IS ABLE TO SLIP AWAY AND SHOVE ELITE! But Elite isn’t going to give another inch to him tonight…HE GETS HIM WITH THE ALMIGHTY PUSH! He sends Montana flying there, practically landing on the other side of the ring.
Thadd Blazevich: Montana once again is scrambling back to his feet, looking desperate as Elite zeroes in on him! As Elite approaches, Montana brings up his feet for a superkick! Elite goes to block but it looks like it was a feint on the end of Montana! HE SWEEPS THE LEG INSTEAD! Elite lands flat on his back and his opponent tries to dive right on top of with the double foot stomp! Elite manages to avoid it! Bro gets back up to his own feet…BUT MONTANA STAYS ON HIM! HE LOOKS FOR A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Rich Russillo: BUT CHRIS ELITE DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! HE LIFTS MONTANA UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS INSTEAD! AND HE FINALLY GETS IT! A MOMENT OF CLARITY FOR MONTANA! He is in a dire position now as Elite pulls him in! DEAD ROSES CONNECT! That swinging reverse STO drives Montana’s head right into the mat! And things have definitely gone awry for the Hardest Ese Ever!
Thadd Blazevich: Bro…Chris Elite is now making his way back up onto the top rope! You know that this time, Montana has nowhere to go! Elite knows that too and you can see the smile on his face as the entire crowd begins to cheer! SWANTON 450 SPLASH! AIMIN FOR THE MOON! HE COMES CRASHING DOWN ON HIS OPPONENT! This one is definitely over now! He crawls on top of Montana for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke begins to play. The fans cheer as Chris Elite gets off of Diego Montana with a smirk, pushing himself back to his feet following that match. He has his hand raised by the referee as the cheers continue.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS…CHRRRIISSS ELIIITEEEE!
Thadd Blazevich: What a match tonight bro! These two put on one heck of a match! I have to admit, there were times when I thought the upset just might go to Diego! I mean, he was definitely crafty in this one and not afraid to push rules to their limits!
Rich Russillo: That’s all true but Chris Elite was operating at another level like always! He was not going to let Montana slip his way out of defeat here! A great match between these two elitists but in the end, Elite is walking away with the win!
(Chris Elite has his hand raised in the middle of the ring and he celebrates the win. Eventually he heads back up the ramp, leaving Diego Montana in the ring. Diego is in pain, but as he slowly tries to get up, the fans suddenly get louder.)
Persephone: He looks disappointed…oh well.
Thadd Blazevich: He’s about to feel more than disappointed! It looks like someone wants to pay Montana a visit once again! HERE COMES COSMO GOLDWORTHY! HE’S SPRINTING DOWN THE RAMP, HEADING RIGHT TOWARDS MONTANA! I think we’re about to see a little payback for that low blow from earlier this evening!
(Diego Montana notices Cosmo Goldworthy running in his direction and appears to be shocked, quickly thinking about what his next move should be.)
Rich Russillo: WAIT A SECOND! Montana doesn’t wait to find out what happens next! He rolls out of the ring and rushes straight to the barricade, jumping over it and making his way into the crowd! He has no desire to pay the piper tonight! He is making as much distance between himself and Goldworthy as he possibly can!
(Cosmo Goldworthy is seen standing in the ring, staring down Montana as he stumbles through the crowd. Cosmo doesn’t appear to be happy whatsoever, both because of what Diego did earlier, and because Diego managed to escape once again. There’s a smirk on Montana’s face as he manages to evade him for now. The last shot is of a pissed-off Cosmo.)
(Promotional ad for Wicked Games, where Adam Lucas defends the EAW World Championship against TLA.)
(Sunday Night Voltage returns to show a panaround shot of the Don Haskins Center as in the ring, Rich Russillo is seen standing by with a smile on his face and a microphone in hand. In front of him is a table with a leather binder on it, indicating that this is more than enough festivity for what is a contract signing. He takes a moment to let the crowd settle in before then raising his microphone as he begins to speak.)
Rich Russillo: Welcome back to Sunday Night Voltage, everyone, and what a show it has been so far! We are one week away from the next Marquee Event on the calendar in Wicked Games, and things have reached a fever pitch with some of the must-see matches that are coming your way! One specifically is our main event bout with the EAW World Championship on the line. Adam Lucas, the Champion, faces one of the biggest challenges that he’s faced yet in EAW Hall of Famer TLA! And tonight, they sign the contract to make this match official.
(The crowd cheers loudly at this as Rich continues to beam with a prideful look. After a brief moment, he then proceeds onward.)
Rich Russillo: Without further ado, let’s get these two out here. Please welcome the challenge at this time, TLA!!!!!!!!!!!!
(‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd roars in response to this. The camera then goes over to the stage to show TLA as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area and toward the stage. He has a smile on his face as he throws his fist in the air, hyping the crowd up and radiating their energy. After a brief moment, he then begins to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Thadd Blazevich: Here comes TLA, bro! And I’m sure that he is more than ready to get that fourth World Championship reign. It ain’t gonna be easy, but dude, I think he knows that.
Persephone: Well then, I certainly hope that he can keep it to himself. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with only you right now, but listening to TLA and Adam Lucas bitch and moan to one another is certainly going to be enough to make me end it all.
Thadd Blazevich: Let’s not think about that, bro, just enjoy the show!
(TLA makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters the ring. He gives a nod toward Rich as he makes his way over, taking a seat at the table while ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ then begins to come to a close. As the crowd continues to get louder, Rich then raises his microphone and continues.)
Rich Russillo: Thank you for joining me, TLA. And the crowd is certainly loving you right now!
TLA: Si, si. ¡El Paso! ¿Qué pasa?!
(TLA raíces his microphone in the air as the crowd continues their support for the Hall of Famer, as he briefly nods his head before continuing.)
TLA: Yessir! That’s what I like to hear. Personally, a vato is ready to sign this contract and make this match official! What do you say?!
(The crowd once more cheers as TLA smiles in agreement.)
Rich Russillo: Let’s not waste any time then! Please welcome next, the EAW World Champion, Adam Lucas!!!!!!!!!!
(‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ by Royal Deluxe begins to play through the speakers of the arena as it elicits a loud reaction from the crowd. The camera then goes over to the stage to show EAW World Champion Adam Lucas as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area and toward the stage. He has a confident expression on his face as he takes a brief scan around, looking at his title over his shoulder before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Persephone: Here comes Adam Lucas, our EAW World Champion, who is unfortunately the representative of this brand heading toward yet another boring match.
Thadd Blazevich: I agree with a quarter of that, bro! Adam Lucas is the guy to beat on Voltage, and TLA knows that, but he also knows the number of people that Adam has beaten to keep that title around his waist, and it ain’t an easy road. So he doesn’t look at TLA as any different from anyone else he’s faced, and dude, that’s created one hell of a dilemma.
(Adam makes his way up the steps and onto the apron before entering through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a seat across from his challenger, as ‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ then begins to come to a close. As the crowd begins to quiet down, Rich raises his microphone to speak.)
Rich Russillo: Thank you for joining us, Adam. Well, gentlemen, if you have anything to say before you sign the contract, the floor is yours.
(Both men take a brief moment to think about what they have to say, and it’s not very long before Adam reaches out and takes his microphone from the table, beginning to speak.)
Adam Lucas: Look, TLA, I’ve known you long enough to understand that you’re not the type to roll over and let me beat you so easily. That’s something that I’ve known to be true from the moment that I won this title. An opportunity like this is something that doesn’t come very often. I get it, and I’ll say that you’ve shown me that you’re ready to face me with this title on the line and handle the pressure. But despite that, it’s not stopping me from telling the truth. The truth is that despite everything, you’re still overconfident, you’re in way over your head, and you’re only going to realize that when it’s too late. I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen, and now next week at Wicked Games, you’re going to end up paying the price for it, while my reign continues as the EAW World Champion.
(Adam pauses, a serious expression on his face as he keeps his eyes solely on TLA. He takes a brief moment before proceeding onward.)
Adam Lucas: I already warned you on and on about everything that I’ve been through already as Champion. I’ve faced the very best that this brand has to offer, and I have absolutely zero intentions of stopping. From Elysium to Cody Maverick and Chris Elite, I’ve beaten everyone who has stood in my way, and I’ve told you that what you bring to the table is nothing new. But since you don’t seem to care, you’re going to end up being in a bad spot once this is all over, because any chance of winning that fourth World Championship that you claim to be so important to you? It’s going to be out of sight.
(The crowd murmurs in anticipation as TLA nods his head, an impressed look on his face as he listens to what Adam has to say. After a moment, he then raises his own microphone and begins to speak.)
TLA: Tranquilo, amigo. Getting so hostile over my passion for lucha libre, for someone who claims that I’m not much of a threat to him, you certainly have a lot to say, que? Look, I don’t care about the hablar, Adam, especially with the words coming out of your mouth. I’ve heard everything that you’ve said a thousand times before by different people. I didn’t become El Campeon three times before with overconfidence, nah, you gotta accept the fact that I’m as good as I say I am, and imma keep my foot on the gas regardless of what you or anyone else has to say, cuz that’s how a real one operates. 💪
(The crowd continues to show their support for the EAW Hall of Famer, as he smirks before raising his microphone once more.)
TLA: Yo boi gonna walk into su casa next week and walk out with the title. Imma stand on business and make sure you know that because it seems like it ain’t getting in yo cabeza. If you think I’m worried about whatever you did to your last few challengers, then I have no problem making dis shit quick. This shit ain’t over, it ain’t ever over, and if you got something to say, then not only do you gotta say it to my face, but you gotta back it up in da ring. I ain’t give no fucks, not anymore. So Adam, I got muy respeto for you, and I’m hyped to be able to share a ring with you at Wicked Games. But if you don’t wisen up real quick, then amigo, it’s gonna be a rough night for you.
Adam Lucas: Well then, “respectfully,” TLA, I don’t really care myself. If I needed “wisening” up, then it would’ve happened a lot earlier than right now. In fact, I wouldn’t even have this title around my waist; that’s the only way you could’ve been right. But that’s not the case, because unfortunately for you, I don’t fit your narrative. I’m not the one who’s overlooking you despite your abilities, no, I think everyone knows how good you are. The irony in all of this is that you’re overlooking me, you know how good I am, sure, but you’re not willing to accept the fact that I’m better than you, and maybe that’s gnawing at you a little bit. It’s not my problem, though. It’s more of your loss, in fact. You’re going to end up being dealt a failure in your World Championship endeavors, and all you’re going to end up amounting to is just another title defense under my belt heading into the end of the year.
TLA: Shit, if that’s what you think, I ain’t gonna stop you, hombre. But you and I both know that I’m more than that, I ain’t just some ordinary motherfucker, I’m the toughest vato around, and I’m the last person you wanna try and pull this shit with. But let’s cut the shit, right?
(TLA takes the binder and opens it, taking the pen into his possession as he signs his half of the contract. The crowd cheers loudly as he pushes the binder toward Adam, who takes a brief look at it before raising his microphone.)
Adam Lucas: If this is the hill that you want to die on, then so be it. But just know that this is going to end nowhere near like how you expect it to, not as long as I have anything to say about it. I’ve fought too long to have some overzealous fool take it away from me. I gave you my last warning, and now you’re going to pay the price.
(Adam takes the pen as he signs his half of the contract, making the match official as Rich takes the binder, the crowd roaring in response to this. TLA nods his head with a smirk on his face before raising his microphone.)
TLA: Now that we done with the hablando…
Thadd Blazevich: OH SHIT, DUDE! TLA JUST LEAPED OVER THE TABLE AS HE TACKLED ADAM DOWN TO THE GROUND! AND NOW WE HAVE A FULL-FLEDGED BRAWL ON OUR HANDS! THIS HAS GOTTEN HEATED REAL QUICK!
Persephone: Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM TURNS IT AROUND AS HE BEGINS TO SEND A FLURRY OF PUNCHES HIS WAY AS WELL, WHILE BOTH OF THEM ARE ON THE CANVAS! BOTH OF THEM ARE BEGINNING TO MAKE THEIR WAY UP TO THEIR FEET, CONTINUING TO TRADE BLOWS, NEITHER MAN REFUSING TO LET UP IN THE SLIGHTEST!
Persephone: BUT ADAM GRABS A HOLD OF THE WAIST OF TLA AND SENDS HIM THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! BOTH OF THEM ARE AT THE RINGSIDE AREA IN FRONT OF US AND THEY’RE FUCKING TEARING AT EACH OTHER!
Thadd Blazevich: TLA GRABS A HOLD OF ADAM AND TRIES TO SLAM HIM AGAINST THE FRONT OF OUR TABLE- BUT ADAM MANAGES TO HOLD HIS HAND OUT AND CONNECT WITH AN ELBOW TO THE CHEST, GRABBING A HOLD OF TLA BY THE HEAD AND SENDING HIM SHOULDER FIRST DIRECTLY INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Persephone: TLA IS TAKEN DOWN TO THE GROUND AS ADAM CHARGES DIRECTLY TOWARD HIM, LOOKING TO TAKE HIM OUT-
Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GOD! SOMEONE JUST ROUNDED THE RINGSIDE AREA AS THEY ATTACKED ADAM FROM BEHIND!
Persephone: HOLY SHIT IT’S SELINA REYES! NOW WE’RE GETTING INTO A REAL BRAWL! IT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S NOT WAITING FOR THEIR MATCH!
Thadd Blazevich: SELINA ROLLS ADAM BACK INTO THE RING BEFORE ENTERING INSIDE, AND LOOK WHO’S STORMING OUT, DUDE!
(The camera goes over to show the Hardcore Champion Dr. Bethany Blue, as she’s seen rushing out from the backstage area and toward the stage, having her eyes set directly on the ring as she’s irate about what just happened. Meanwhile, the shot goes over to show Minerva at the ringside area, having joined Selina during her attack, not seeming to mind so much, shrugging this off.)
(The camera pans away from Minerva, and Adam and Selina are now both in the ring as the referee is keeping them apart. Dr. Bethany Blue isn’t happy with what has occurred, but she and Minerva watch at ringside as the referee has entered the ring. The referee quickly looks to both competitors before calling for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: Here we go! After the chaos from earlier, this nontitle match is officially underway AND SELINA IMMEDIATELY RUNS IN AGAIN AND STARTS ATTACKING THE WORLD CHAMPION! STARTING RIGHT WHERE SHE LEFT OFF MOMENTS AGO!
Thadd Blazevich: Adam didn’t even get a chance to get out of the corner before Selina was on him. The referee is right there to tell Selina that she needs to get him out of the corner.
Persephone: Then we have Minerva and Dr. McSkankyBritches at ringside as well. Too many damned people for my liking.
Thadd Blazevich: They both have some vested interest in this match considering the people involved, but Selina has Adam by the hair to pull him out of the corner and back to the center of the ring.
Rich Russillo: Selina doing everything she can to keep the advantage of Adam AS SHE DELIVERS A CHOP TO THE CHEST! That certainly looked like it stung a little.
Persephone: She’s just jealous that his chest is bigger than hers… and not store bought.
Rich Russillo: You’re the expert on that subject.
Persephone: Shut the fuck up, you sad little nerd.
Thadd Blazevich: Selina has fired off a few more chops to back Adam into the ropes. Selina goes for the Irish Whip, BUT ADAM REVERSES AND SENDS SELINA FOR THE RIDE!
Rich Russillo: Selina with the rebound and ADAM GOES FOR A BACK BODY DROP, BUT SELINA LANDS ON HER FEET! Selina hits the ropes on the other side–
Thadd Blazevich: DUDE! ADAM JUST BLASTED HER IN THE FACE WITH THAT DISCUS PUNCH AND SELINA GOES DOWN HARD!!
Persephone: I bet Bethany is jealous.
Thadd Blazevich: The Champ is putting the boots to his wife’s future challenger and Selina is just trying to find a way to get out of dodge.
Rich Russillo: It works as Selina rolls herself under the bottom rope and out onto the apron. The referee backs Adam up as Selina gets back on her feet. Selina pointing to her temple showing that she just outsmarted the World Champion.
Persephone: That isn’t much of an achievement considering the World Champion is extremely stupid. Just look at who he married. If that isn’t a sign of having no brains, I don’t know what is.
Rich Russillo: But Adam is the World Champion.
Persephone: You don’t need brains to be lucky and to fight like a moron.
Thadd Blazevich: Selina jumps onto the top rope AND LAUNCHES HERSELF AT ADAM! SHE GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND TAKES HIM OVER WITH AN ARM DRAG!
Rich Russillo: Adam was sent to the corner as Minerva looks on impressed from ringside while Bethany is yelling towards the ring, at who we don’t know.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam is back on his feet in the corner as SELINA JUMPS UP FOR A MONKEY FLIP, BUT ADAM MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET!
Persephone: Wow he did something right for once. Good for him. He doesn’t look as stupid for a brief second. Selina gets back on her feet and Bethany’s husband hits Selina with a dropkick to the face.
Thadd Blazevich: Selina stumbles back into the corner as Adam grabs her by the arm and whips to the corner on the other side. Selina hits the turnbuckles AND ADAM COMES RUNNING AT FULL SPEED–
Rich Russillo: HE LEAVES HIS FEET AND CATCHES SELINA WITH A STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER!! Selina comes stumbling out of the corner as Adam grabs her AND TAKES HER DOWN WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Persephone: Look at him using moves that he doesn’t normally use. Maybe he started adding Omega-3 or whatever that shit is to his diet so his memory isn’t total crap.
Rich Russillo: The World Champion is starting to build some momentum AS TRIES TO GO FOR THE ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION EARLY!! IT’S LOCKED IN!!
Persephone: Not for long as Selina naturally scrambles her way over to the ropes and that forces the referee to tell Adam to break the hold, but the idiot is not letting go. Bethany is a horrible influence on this dumbass.
Thadd Blazevich: The referee is admonishing Adam before telling him to break. Now the referee is starting a count, bro, and Adam lets the ankle lock go on four to prevent being disqualified.
Rich Russillo: Adam doesn’t normally walk the line, but Adam has that take no prisoners attitude that has become more defined than ever during this reign as World Champion.
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM GRABBED THE ANKLE AGAIN AND DRAGGED SELINA BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING! Adam pulls Selina onto her knees AND ADAM JUST STARTS THROWING KICKS TO THE RIBS AND CHEST OF SELINA!
Persephone: Do you know what would be absolutely funny? If Adam did something useful and kicked this bitch so hard that he pops both of those store bought funbags. She would at least have something floating around in that empty head of hers.
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, one kick after the other finding their mark on Selina UNTIL ONE STRAY KICK CATCHES SELINA IN THE FACE! THAT COULD HAVE BUSTED HER LIP OR BROKEN HER NOSE!
Rich Russillo: SELINA HOLDS HER FACE IN PAIN AS ADAM QUICKLY DROPS DOWN AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THH-
Persephone: She kicked out. What a shock. I hope one day that the first cover of the match will be the only cover in a match. Will make all these damn matches more tolerable.
Rich Russillo: Near fall for the champion as we see no blood or missing teeth from Selina as Adam keeps her grounded with the chinlock.
Persephone: Damn. No blood. That sucks. Hopefully this match gets a little more entertaining because everything up until now has been boring.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam is still in strong control of this match AS SELINA IS STARTING TO BUILD SOME ENERGY AND MOMENTUM AS SHE IS TRYING TO GET FREE FROM THE CHINLOCK!
Rich Russillo: Adam slowed the pace significantly with that chinlock, but somehow Selina manages to get back on her feet. Selina throws a few elbows to try and get free, BUT ADAM ISN’T BUDGING–
Thadd Blazevich: DUDE, SELINA JUST JUMPED UP AND WRAPPED HER LEGS AROUND ADAM’S WAIST! SHE REACHES BACK AND MANAGES TO BRING ADAM DOWN WITH A MODIFIED WHEELBARROW BULLDOG!
Persephone: It looked hideous if you ask me.
Thadd Blazevich: It wasn’t a good landing as Adam went jaw first into Selina’s hip. That could have loosened a few molars right there.
Rich Russillo: Call it what you want, but it got Selina free. Right now Selina has a headscissor hold applied as she rolls Adam onto his stomach–
Persephone: THIS SLUT!! SMASHING ADAM’S INTO THE MAT WITH THAT HEADSCISSOR SMASH!! NOW WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO HEAR HIS WIFE BITCH EVEN MORE THAN USUAL!
Rich Russillo: Some people get all the luck!
Persephone: You are a sick fuck!! Just shut your mouth for the rest of your life.
Thadd Blazevich: It was an effective move nonetheless, bro. Adam is dizzy as he rolls onto his back and Selina decides to take a chance and go for a big move.
Rich Russillo: Selina drags Adam with all her power and that includes using his hair for leverage and at this rate, Adam is going to have a bald spot if Selina doesn’t let go. Which she needs to do because the referee is telling her she needs to or else she is risking disqualification.
Thadd Blazevich: Selina lets Adam go before she decides that it is now time to head up to the top rope. Selina is looking for a high impact and high risk move in this position as she finds her balance on the top rope.
Persephone: These fucks always want to go flashy, but they could get the same effect by just beating the hell out of each other and ending the match.
Thadd Blazevich: Selina has her balance AS SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF OFF THE TOP ROPE AND HITS ADAM WITH A BEAUTIFUL TOP ROPE SENTON!! BRO, THAT HAD TO DO SOME DAMAGE TO HIS RIBS!
Rich Russillo: Selina is looking to make a statement to the Hardcore Champion by beating her husband. It could happen as Selina goes for the cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR–
Persephone: He kicked out. Damn it!
Rich Russillo: Adam kicks out as Selina stays on the attack by pulling Adam into a seated position before hitting the ropes. Selina rebounds AND DELIVERS A BASEMENT DROPKICK TO ADAM’S FACE!
Persephone: It didn’t make him look any better, but it did send him head over heels, so that was a little amusing.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam is using the ropes to get back to his feet AS SELINA COMES IN WITH MISSILE LIKE SPEED WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS ADAM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR, BRO!
Rich Russillo: Adam was able to land on his feet, but Selina uses this moment of recovery time to hit the far side ropes. Selina comes back with amazing speed AND LAUNCHES HERSELF THROUGH THE ROPES–
Thadd Blazevich: SUICIDE DIVE BY SELINA REYES SENDS ADAM BACK FIRST INTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! BE CAREFUL, DUDES!
Persephone: You can say that again. These tables must be rigged with some sort of magnet or something to these idiot competitors. That’s why they always find our damn tables! TAKE IT BACK TO THE RING, ASSHOLES!
Thadd Blazevich: The referee does have a count going on as Selina grabs Adam around the waist AND RUNS HIM BACKWARDS AND CRASHING SPINE FIRST INTO THE EDGE OF THE RING!!
Rich Russillo: Selina grabs Adam by the back of the tights to get him back in the ring before she gets on the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Persephone: Good gawd this match is torture. First, we had to watch Golden Retriever Lucas get a stupid ass wedgie. Now we have to watch her go to the top rope again. My eyes are going to need bleach to make the pain go away.
Rich Russillo: Selina is waiting for Adam to get back to his feet as she is standing on that top turnbuckle. Selina is certainly more of a high risk competitor compared to Adam.
Persephone: It just means she has a bigger chance to screw up and hurt herself. If she ruins her career because she wants to get flashy, it’s not my problem.
Thadd Blazevich: Well Adam is back on his feet AND SELINA DOESN’T WASTE A SECOND COMING OFF THE TOP ROPE! SELINA LOOKING FOR THE DOUBLE AXE HANDLE–
Rich Russillo: ADAM CAUGHT HER AT THE LAST SECOND AND COUNTERS IT INTO A PARALYZING SPINEBUSTER THAT ALMOST DROVE SELINA RIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!
Thadd Blazevich: SELINA MIGHT HAVE HAD HER BELL RUNG ON THE LANDING, BUT ADAM DECIDES TO DROP DOWN AND GO FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Persephone: She kicked out! Was anybody surprised? Because I wasn’t.
Thadd Blazevich: Close near fall for the World Champion there, BUT HE KEEPS HOLD OF THE LEG AND GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Rich Russillo: Adam grabs the other leg and steps through BEFORE TURNING SELINA OVER WITH THE “LUCAS LOCK”! SHARPSHOOTER APPLIED AND THE SUBMISSION IS LOCKED IN!
Persephone: That’s the best he can come up with for a move name? How much does he get paid? Can’t he just pay for somebody to be creative? Don’t bother asking his wife either, she isn’t very creative either.
Rich Russillo: When it’s that effective, he can call the move whatever he wants. Look at Selina. Selina has a lot of pressure on her lower back thanks to the Sharpshooter and the referee is right there to see if Selina wants to give it up.
Persephone: Oh please. I will say it right now. She is not going to want to give up because all these wrestlers are so damn stubborn. Don’t know when to quit while they are ahead. Oh well. It is amusing to watch her face in so much pain.
Thadd Blazevich: The move wasn’t applied in the center of the ring and Selina knows it, bro. SELINA IS MAKING A LEAP FOR THE ROPES, BUT ADAM CAUGHT IT JUST IN TIME AND PULLS SELINA BACK TOWARDS THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Rich Russillo: SELINA IS STRUGGLING TO PULL HERSELF TO THE ROPES AGAIN SO MAJOR DAMAGE ISN’T DONE–
Thadd Blazevich: SELINA PUSHES HERSELF ONTO HER HANDS AND SHE ROLLS FORWARD WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO SEND ADAM STUMBLING BACK AND INTO THE ROPES!
Persephone: The idiot hits the ropes AND SELINA JUMPS UP AND GRABS BETHANY’S HUSBAND AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A MONKEY FLIP!! I might as well act like I am trying to be excited for this match because it isn’t going to end anytime soon damn it.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam gets back to his feet as Selina hits the ropes on the far side. Selina comes in and Adam grabs her around the waist to try for a backbreaker–
Rich Russillo: BUT SELINA IS ABLE TO GET HER LEGS AROUND ADAM’S HEAD AND TAKES HIM UP AND OVER WITH A HEADSCISSOR TAKEOVER!
Persephone: Maybe you should be taking notes, Dr. Skank. Not because she is your opponent, but maybe you can find a few ways to keep the marriage alive.
Rich Russillo: Adam was sent flying across the ring as he gets back to his feet BUT SELINA RUNS RIGHT FOR HIM AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH THE RUNNING METEORA! KNEES TO THE FACE!
Persephone: But yet he is still able to get back to his feet. BUT NOW SHE IS GETTING ON HIS SHOULDERS! POOR DR. HO! HER CHALLENGER IS HAVING MORE FUN WITH HER HUSBAND THAN HER!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Thadd Blazevich: Dude, I am glad you are finding some amusement out of this whole situation.
Rich Russillo: Adam is back on his feet with Selina up on his shoulders. He doesn’t get a chance to even think about a counter BECAUSE SELINA FLIPS BACK AND SPIKES ADAM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH A POISONRANA
Thadd Blazevich: UGLY LANDING FOR THE WORLD CHAMPION AS SELINA ROLLS HIM OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Persephone: HE KICKED OUT AND THIS MATCH CONTINUES! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THAT I ALMOST CAN’T STAND IT! Seriously. I can’t stand it.
Thadd Blazevich: That was a very close near fall as Selina almost got an upset victory over the World Champion. Bethany is looking on and she looks about five seconds away from having an aneurysm.
Rich Russillo: Meanwhile Minerva is on the other side of the ring watching with an almost expressionless look on her face. Poker face at its finest.
Persephone: Oh no. Don’t even start with those references. We’ve had enough stupid gamblers on this show, we don’t need any more of that crap.
Rich Russillo: Alright. Fine. But I will say that this match has been a hell of a fight even though Selina tried to take a shortcut before the match even started, but after that it’s been great. Wouldn’t you agree?
Persephone: Not really, but if it makes this match go any faster, then sure. This match has been so amazing to the point that time has seemingly stopped.
Thadd Blazevich: Right now Selina is doing her best to not lose her temper as she drags Adam back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, BUT ADAM REVERSES!! SELINA GOES FOR THE RIDE!
Rich Russillo: Selina rebounds AND ADAM CATCHES HER IN THE FACE WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK SENDING HER TUMBLING BACK INTO THE CORNER AS SHE FALLS INTO A SITTING POSITION!
Thadd Blazevich: Adam goes right for Selina, BUT SELINA WAS PLAYING ENOUGH POSSUM TO GRAB ADAM BY THE TIGHTS AND SEND HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Persephone: Could have told you that was gonna happen.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam is now the one sitting against the turnbuckles as Selina backs up to the opposite corner–
Rich Russillo: SELINA RUNS FULL SPEED TO ADAM TURNING AROUND ENOUGH TO HIT THE “KNOCKOUT SMASH”!
Persephone: That hip attack gave the bastard whiplash, but hopefully it knocked him out cold. She drags his carcass out of the corner to the center of the ring and hooks the leg for the cover! About damn time!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Rich Russillo: HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! HE BARELY GOT THE SHOULDER UP AS THE REFEREE WAS COMING DOWN FOR THE THREE AND SELINA IS SHOCKED
Thadd Blazevich: She thought she had the win there as she pounds the mat in frustration that this match is going on, but Selina catches Bethany getting a smirk on her face with that brief tantrum.
Rich Russillo: That was enough to calm Selina down and now Selina is back in the corner as she calls for Adam to get up. Selina is ready to finish this match once and for all.
Persephone: Good gawd. If this goes any slower, it’s going to go in reverse. Just beat the shit out of him and end this match. It isn’t that hard.
Thadd Blazevich: She is watching Adam slowly get right into position because the moment he does, she is going full speed towards Adam and it could end the match right there bro.
Rich Russillo: Adam has made it back to his knees and Selina pulls down the knee pad down because she wants this hopefully final move to
Persephone: She finally decides to go towards Adam and tries for that Busaiku Knee strike. “Alamo Knee” on the way. Crap! Another stupid move name.
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM AVOIDED THE KNEE AS HE GRABS SELINA AND HOISTS HER IN THE AIR ENOUGH TO CATCH HER WITH THE “LEVEL UP”! BRO! THAT WAS A HELL OF A POP UP POWERBOMB!!
Rich Russillo: THAT POWERBOMB ALMOST DROVE SELINA RIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT AS ADAM HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER! DOES THE WORLD CHAMPION HAVE IT HERE?
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)” by Royal Deluxe starts playing as Adam slowly rolls off of Selina. He takes a moment to catch his breath as Bella Braxton announces the final decision of the match.)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION! ADAM LUCAS!
Rich Russillo: What a hell of a match between these two competitors. Both fought hard and gave it all they had, but it was the EAW World Champion that was able to pull out the victory here on Voltage.
Persephone: Blah blah blah. Good for him. He didn’t screw up so Bethany will let him sleep in the bed tonight and not on the floor.
(Adam is back on his feet and the referee raises his arm in victory. Meanwhile, Bethany and Minerva are outside the ring looking to be in the middle of a confrontation.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: (off-mic) What the hell do you think you are doing? What is wrong with you?
(Minerva looks at Bethany and simply shrugs.)
Minerva: (off-mic) This is something you don’t need to worry about.
(Minerva walks away as Bethany shakes her head in frustration. Bethany starts to leave the ringside area, and after celebrating his victory, Adam prepares to follow behind.)
Thadd Blazevich: Dude, I can only wonder what is going on between Bethany and Minerva. This has been building up for a while now.
Persephone: Who cares? They are both dumb bitches and they are driving me crazy. They need to leave and not come back.
Rich Russillo: Well Minerva has some relationship or alliance with Selina. Speaking of Selina, she fought hard, but it just wasn’t meant to be as Adam Lucas wins this match. Congrats once again to Adam on the vic–
(CRACK!)
Thadd Blaze: DUDE! ADAM JUST GOT CRACKED IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR! IT’S TLA!! TLA IS BACK!!
Persephone: About time that old man did something useful.
Rich Russillo: After what happened before this match during the contract signing, I am not surprised that it’s broken down again. TLA IS JUST BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP! BETHANY IS NONE THE WISER!
Persephone: Because she is too damn stupid too look up at the video screen to see her stupid husband is getting the shit beat out of him.
(Bethany looks up at the video screen and now she sees what just happened as she turns around and heads back down the ramp.)
Thadd Blazevich: YOU SPOKE TOO SOON! BETHANY SAW IT AND SHE HAS DONE AN ABOUT FACE AND IS GOING TO HELP HER HUSBAND!
Rich Russillo: Bethany is there and she grabs hold of TLA before—
(CRACK!)
Persephone: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DUMB BITCH GOT IT TOO!
Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GAWD, BRO! BETHANY GOT CRACKED ACROSS THE SKULL WITH THE CHAIR AS WELL!! HUSBAND AND WIFE ARE BOTH DOWN AND OUT!!
Rich Russillo: NOW WE SEE TLA STANDING TALL OVER HIS WICKED GAMES OPPONENT!! OH MAN! TLA AND ADAM LUCAS WITH THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE! WILL THIS BE THE SCENE? WILL TLA BECOME WORLD CHAMPION AGAIN?
(The final shot shows TLA standing tall over both Bethany and Adam Lucas as the camera shot fades elsewhere….)
(The camera returns to the backstage area of the Don Haskins Center, panning towards the hallways where none other than Hans Grayson can be seen. The fans cheer once they see the Cash in the Vault briefcase holder, but Hans doesn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm. Hans actually looks frustrated, thinking about what he should do now that he’s been forced to once again team up with Drake Armstrong, even put in a match alongside him tonight. He isn’t happy given everything he had already gone through this season, but his thought process would be interrupted, as he’d be paid a visit by the two individuals he’d want to see least.)
Hans Grayson: :francis: What is it now?
(Drake Armstrong and Kai Rabeaux walk up to Hans, and in a rare occasion, Drake doesn’t appear to be happy as he approaches Hans.)
Drake Armstrong: To make sure we are still on the same page. Victory should be guaranteed for an alliance such as the three of us given what we achieved at Territorial Invasion. We have already proven to be the Elitists standing at the pinnacle of this entire company, so for the failures of Brand Warfare to challenge us, our victory should not even be put into question. However, the last thing we need is for cracks that were non-existent when it mattered most to appear the moment we are provided with… Lesser competition. Last week Kai and I found ourselves engaged in a fight against said competition, and you were nowhere to be seen. What could possibly be your reason for this?
(Hearing what Drake had to say, Hans can only sigh.)
Hans Grayson: My reason for what? Not following you everywhere you go?
Drake Armstrong: For forgetting the point of you standing here. You refused to trust me at the beginning of the season, and I understood why. For you to trust your enemy so easily would be foolish, but I’ve led you to success against names whose names have already been etched into the history books. Now you have the chance to seek vengeance against the woman who attacked you senselessly much like you did against Karl Impact, and you’re going out of your way to squander that opportunity. Your lack of team spirit is disheartening, Fireheart.
(Despite the serious look on the face of Drake Armstrong, Hans can’t believe what he is hearing. He even looks at Kai Rabeaux, trying to look for any sign of this being a joke, but he never finds any. Eventually, Hans just shakes his head before beginning to finally respond.)
Hans Grayson: Drake, do you really expect me to do this again?
Drake Armstrong: Do what?
Hans Grayson: Let you try to use whatever issues I have with anyone else to your advantage. What happened with Elysium worked in your favor because you needed a teammate and they handed you one before I ever even gave you an answer. You took advantage of my hatred for Impact because you knew if there was anyone I wanted to take down more than you it was him, and now here you are trying to do the same with Miku Sakai. Yeah I want to face her, yeah I want to pay her back after what she did to me, but you know what else I wanted to do? I wanted to get away from you. I wanted to focus on my own career without my every move being determined by you. I wanted out of this whole thing, but you didn’t let that happen!
Hans Grayson: Bloodsport was one thing, Territorial Invasion was fine, but how many times do you expect me to get dragged around by you without even having a say in it!? Now we’re at a point where you’re not even giving me a choice, you’re flat out forcing me into this, and I’ve had ENOUGH! I’m sick of having to work with you, and the LAST thing I have any intention of doing is being your puppet! If you really want to know why I didn’t go help you last week, just think about it. You had to know I wouldn’t want anything to do with this, so the fact that you actually went through with it anyway and STILL think I’d have any interest in helping you out is just unreal.
(There’s a brief staredown between Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong. Hans is clearly furious, and at this point he can barely even stand to look at Drake. Hans shakes his head and goes to walk away, but before he can, Drake grabs him by the arm, looking to catch Hans’ attention before he can leave.)
Hans Grayson: What do you want!?
Drake Armstrong: You and I have had our fair share of battles over time, and I have not been shy about expressing my opinions towards you, but one thing I don’t consider you is a coward. I’d imagine those around you felt the same way. Until now, that is.
(Hans pulls his arm away from Drake, and he looks at Drake with an almost disgusted look on his face, one mixed with confusion as he begins to speak.)
Hans Grayson: What?
Drake Armstrong: You have it all right in front of you. The opportunity to silence a doubter, to seek revenge against someone who’d make the foolish mistake of putting their hands on you, and to give the rest of the peasants on this brand a warning to avoid making the same mistake Miku did. You benefit from this match just as much as Kai and I do, and it isn’t as if you’re walking into a trap, setting you up for failure. We’ve conquered far greater forces than our Wicked Games opponents, and yet you’re going to give them an advantage simply because you’re “sick of working with me”? That is cowardice being put on display, and this is of course putting it nicely.
(This only furthers Hans’ disbelief, as he once again glances towards Kai, unsure of how this is even happening.)
Hans Grayson: Seriously? Is being sick of you not a good enough reason to not want to be part of a match I didn’t even have a say in? You made the challenge and Kai agreed to this. I never said anything, and you expect me to sit back and go with the flow just because War Games happened to go our way? This isn’t War Games, and this isn’t how I intended to spend Wicked Games.
(Drake takes a brief moment to respond to Hans, letting out a sigh before beginning to speak.)
Drake Armstrong: That is a shame Hans, but in case you’ve forgotten, there is nothing you can do about that now. The match is happening whether you’d like it or not, so it’d be in your best interest to allow it all to be for nothing. Sure, perhaps this is not how you initially intended to spend Wicked Games. Is that any reason to allow your attacker to prosper? I don’t believe so and I’d imagine anyone with common sense wouldn’t either, so you need to make the right decision. I am not asking you to become my friend. I am telling you to do what’s right for your own career. Avoid making a mockery of yourself. Otherwise, you’ll have allowed your frustrations to cost you what should be a clear victory.
Hans Grayson: Or, I’ll have finally reminded you that I’m not here just for the sake of being forced into match after match by you. Like I said, I’m not your puppet and I have no intentions of being that. I’m not going to keep giving you what you want just because you think you can do what’s best for me. I didn’t win my Cash in the Vault briefcase by taking someone else’s lead and I definitely didn’t win it by being a puppet. I did that on my own, and there is nothing I’d like more right now than to be able to go back to being on my own. I don’t know if you’re expecting me to apologize for not helping you guys out there last week, but I’m not going to do that. You shouldn’t have dragged me into this. As far as I’m concerned, you deserved every bit o-
(Just as Hans had started to walk closer to Drake, Kai Rabeaux finally steps in, getting in between the two and gesturing for Hans to back up. Hans stops, staring at Kai as Kai clearly appears to be fed up with the bickering between the two Elitists. After a moment, Kai begins to speak.)
Kai Rabeaux: I’ve already said these words, but I believe it’d be an honor to reunite the team that was victorious in War Games. We are not speaking on any other match. This is a match very few individuals win in their careers, and we achieved that feat this early in our careers. Do you remember what it took for us to win that match?
(Hans doesn’t respond, and after a moment, Kai continues.)
Kai Rabeaux: We did not win through endless bickering or by avoiding our own allies. We won by focusing on what actually mattered, which was winning War Games and making history. War Games was historic not because of any of the other teams, but because of us and what we achieved. The last thing we need right now is to waste our time tearing ourselves apart ahead of a match with a far smaller scale. This is no longer about supremacy over the entire industry. This is personal, and Hans, you may not have wanted any part of this, but that’s not to say you’re in a bad position. This is what your road naturally led to the moment Miku Sakai attacked you, and I am certain you understand this yourself. Miku accepted Drake’s challenge without hesitation for the sole purpose of facing you. I don’t imagine you’d be the type to back down from this just because you have to work alongside individuals you were already successful with.
Hans Grayson: Kai, you don’t get i-
Kai Rabeaux: It isn’t important. It isn’t my concern whether or not you’re capable of putting your differences with Drake aside. Those differences simply are not important when in the face of three individuals who want to take you out far more than the men in front of you. Like it or not, Drake is not your opponent right now, nor will he be at Wicked Games. All you’re being asked to do is what you’ve already proven to be capable of doing all throughout this season. This should not be any different from what you’ve already overcome. Focus on what is important, exactly as you did at Territorial Invasion.
(Hans doesn’t immediately respond, thinking about what Kai Rabeaux has said. Drake Armstrong on the other hand has finally developed a smirk, as he begins to speak once more.)
Drake Armstrong: Well said. That is precisely what we need out of you, Hans. When we walk out there, we will have the chance to revisit the past and showcase just how far we’ve come since the beginning of the season. Gone are the days of us fighting Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton to no conclusive end. Elysium has fallen apart because of me, and the broken down remains of their false brotherhood is who we will be in the ring with in just a few minutes. Victory is ours, much like it’ll be ours at Wicked Games.
(After a brief moment, Drake Armstrong finally turns and begins to walk away, with Kai Rabeaux going with him.)
Hans Grayson: Whatever, man.
(Hans still looks furious, not happy whatsoever about having to work with Drake at Wicked Games, let alone having to do it tonight against Elysium. Still, he knows he has little choice in the matter, so he begins to slowly walk away, loosely following Drake and Kai. From there, the camera fades away from the backstage area.)
(Promotional ad for Wicked Games, where Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton face each other in a Deathmatch.)
(Voltage returns to ringside.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH, scheduled for ONE FALL!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
(‘Run Into Flowers’ by M83 hits, and the crowd explodes with cheers as Bronson Daniels makes his way out. He just shakes his head, making his way down the ramp as he shows no excitement for the upcoming match. He seemingly has no intentions of waiting for his teammate, but as he makes his way down the ramp ‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West follows. This only brings about boos as Jon Kelton slowly walks out, and Jon takes a moment, staring at Bronson with a disgusted look on his face before finally beginning to walk down the ramp, similarly showing clear disdain for the idea of having to work with his former Elysium teammate once more.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!… At a combined weight of 400 pounds… The team of BRONSON DANIELS AND JON KELTON!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: These two would once be announced as Elysium, but I believe even they felt it’d be inaccurate to be called that tonight. Elysium is clearly in the past, and this makes me wonder if they’ll have it in them to show the same tag team chemistry they’ve always had.
Thadd Blazevich: I don’t know, bro. It’s hard to believe that chemistry could just disappear, but these two wanted to destroy each other just last week, and almost started fighting again just earlier tonight! This could be a disaster bro, but who knows? Maybe things could end well for them!
Persephone: Yeah, right. Let’s just skip to the part where one of them leaves the other to die or something.
(‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki hits, and the boos only continue as Drake Armstrong walks out. It appears that Kai Rabeaux has chosen to stay in the back for this match as Drake is seemingly on his own, but Drake waits on the stage, choosing to wait for his teammate with a grin on his face as ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ by AFI follows. Hans Grayson walks out with a frustrated look still on his face after the conversation backstage, and he doesn’t even acknowledge Drake Armstrong. He walks right past Drake, which Drake doesn’t seem to mind for the time being as the two walk to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents… At a combined weight of 454 pounds… DRAKE ARMSTRONG AND HANS GRAYSON!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: These two on the other hand have proven to be an efficient team, but recent events may have actually left them with some cracks in the armor. Should that worsen, that may actually leave Bronson and Kelton with far less of a disadvantage.
Thadd Blazevich: Good point, dude. If both teams aren’t working together well, then it might not be a problem that Bronson and Kelton want to kill each other! We didn’t get to see a decisive end to the match between these two at Bloodsport. Hopefully that changes tonight.
Persephone: Hopefully this doesn’t last anywhere near as long as Bloodsport did. This doesn’t have chainsaws to make it entertaining.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: HERE WE GO! This interesting main event match is now underway, as Hans Grayson and Bronson Daniels look to start this match off! Bronson and Hans quickly lock up in the center of the ring, AND HANS LOOKS TO TAKE ADVANTAGE WITH A HEADLOCK- BUT BRONSON LOOKS TO LIFT HANS UP FOR A BACK SUPLEX! Hans is able to flip out of it and land on his feet- AND BRONSON RESPONDS BY GOING FOR A LEG SWEEP, WHICH HANS IS ABLE TO AVOID! Hans grabs the arm of Bronson and looks to transition into a hammerlock!
Thadd Blazevich: Bronson rolls out of that before sending Hans into an empty corner, and dude, I don’t think these two are gonna want to tag in their partners tonight! We might just see a one on one! Bronson runs towards Hans- AND HANS TRIED TO GET THE BOOT UP, BUT BRONSON CAUGHT IT BEFORE DELIVERING A DRAGON SCREW! Bronson jumps onto the middle rope after that while Hans is still down on the mat, AND BRONSON DIVES ONTO HIM FOR A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP- WHICH DOESN’T CONNECT! HANS GOT OUT OF THE WAY, BRO! That was a close one!
Persephone: Clearly not close enough. Bronson rolled back to his feet after missing the double foot stomp, and Hans runs in looking for a lariat but Bronson ducks under it before bouncing off the ropes. Bronson rushes back in at Hans-
Rich Russillo: AND HANS GOES FOR A BACK BODY DROP, BUT BRONSON IS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET! BRONSON NOW GRABBING HANS FROM BEHIND FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX- BUT THIS TIME IT’S HANS THAT’S ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET! THESE TWO WITH COUNTER AFTER COUNTER- UNTIL HANS SURPRISES BRONSON WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! BRONSON GOES DOWN, AND NOW HANS FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A STANDING MOONSAULT, AS WELL AS THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH!
ONE!
TW-
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON KICKS OUT! Hans gets back up and backs up as he thinks of his next move- BUT THERE’S DRAKE ARMSTRONG TAGGING HIMSELF IN! Hans doesn’t look too happy about that, bro! He turns to Drake, BUT DRAKE JUST RUSHES INTO THE RING BEFORE STOMPING AT BRONSON, STOPPING HIM FROM GETTING UP! These two are gonna have to get back on the same page if they want to win this, so maybe Hans should let Drake cook.
Persephone: I guess. Drake just dragged Bronson up to his knees before kneeing him in the side of the head, and clearly Drake is trying to make this as easy as possible knowing that Bronson won’t be eager to tag Kelton in. For what it’s worth, at least this means the match probably won’t take forever to end. Drake drags Bronson up and pulls him into one of the empty corners, before beginning to just stomp away at his chest. If the ref was smart he would hurry up and count, but instead he’s taking forever. Does he not realize that people have places to be? We don’t want to be here all night!
Rich Russillo: WELL IT WOULDN’T MATTER IF THE REFEREE STARTED COUNTING, BECAUSE BRONSON WAS ABLE TO CATCH A BOOT FROM DRAKE BEFORE KICKING DRAKE AWAY FROM HIM! Bronson tries to pull himself up, BUT DRAKE KICKS HIM IN THE MIDSECTION! Drake grabs Bronson and Irish whips him, AND DRAKE SCOOPS BRONSON UP FOR A BODYSLAM- BUT BRONSON SLIPS OUT OF IT BEFORE DROPKICKING DRAKE IN THE BACK, SENDING DRAKE THROUGH THE ROPES AND OUT OF THE RING! Bronson doesn’t look finished yet, AND HE RUNS THE ROPES FOR A-
(*TAG!*)
Persephone: Welp. So much for that.
Rich Russillo: JON KELTON JUST TAGGED HIMSELF IN AS BRONSON BOUNCED OFF THE ROPES! This obviously distracts Bronson as he turns towards his teammate- BUT DURING THIS TIME DRAKE IS ABLE TO RE-ENTER THE RING, AND HE RUSHES AT BRONSON BEFORE BLINDSIDING HIM WITH AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! BRONSON GOES DOWN, AND KELTON TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH THE CONFUSION BY DELIVERING A SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE! Kelton takes Drake down, and he goes for the cover after that big move!
ONE!
TWO-
Rich Russillo: It’s not enough though, as Drake is able to kick out!
Thadd Blazevich: Bronson has gotten back up on the apron, and he’s telling Kelton to tag him back in, but Kelton just brushes him off. Kelton drags Drake up, AND HE HITS DRAKE WITH A RIGHT HAND! That was a hard hit, BUT DRAKE RESPONDS BY PULLING KELTON INTO A KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION! Drake now lifting Kelton up, AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE COULD BE LOOKING FOR A SNAKE EYES- BUT KELTON IS ABLE TO PULL HIMSELF OUT OF DRAKE’S GRASP BEFORE SENDING HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST!
Rich Russillo: Kelton pulls Drake out of the corner, BUT ONLY SO HE CAN SEND DRAKE INTO THE ROPES, BEFORE CATCHING HIM OFF THE REBOUND WITH A SPINEBUSTER!! KELTON NOW WITH ANOTHER COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
Rich Russillo: AND ONCE AGAIN, DRAKE IS OUT! Bronson is just shaking his head, but Kelton doesn’t seem to care, wanting to be the one who finishes this up himself! Kelton just gets back to his feet, and seeing as he is currently in control, he is able to easily drag Drake up into a double underhook. THIS COULD BE BAD FOR DRAKE, AS IT SEEMS KELTON IS SETTING UP FOR CHANGE THE FUTURE!!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT WAIT A SECOND! DRAKE FREES HIS ARMS, AND AFTER THIS HE IS ABLE TO LIFT KELTON UP- BEFORE PLANTING HIM WITH AN ALABAMA SLAM!!! WOW, THAT WAS A BIG MOVE DUDE! KELTON HIT THE MAT HARD, AND NOW IT’S DRAKE THAT GOES FOR A COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
Thadd Blazevich: AND KELTON IS OUT- BUT DRAKE IMMEDIATELY GETS UP AND HITS AN ELBOW DROP ONTO KELTON’S CHEST! Yikes man, that’s some serious offense there as Drake is just targeting that midsection area! Drake begins to lift Kelton up now, AND DUDE, I THINK HE’S SETTING KELTON UP FOR NATURAL TALENT!
Rich Russillo: BUT HE DOESN’T GET IT!! KELTON IS ABLE TO BACKPEDAL INTO THE CORNER OF HANS AND DRAKE- AND NOW HANS TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION, TAGGING HIMSELF IN! I DON’T THINK THAT’S WHAT DRAKE WANTED, BUT HANS IS ABLE TO MAKE USE OF THE SITUATION AS HE GETS IN THE RING, KICKING KELTON IN THE MIDSECTION WHILE HE’S STUCK IN DRAKE’S GRASP! Drake lets go of Kelton and he stares at Hans for a moment, before finally he exits out to the apron, leaving Hans to continue this one!
Thadd Blazevich: Hans drags Kelton out of the corner with a snapmare, AND NOW BRO RUNS THE ROPES- BUT AS HE WENT FOR A KICK, KELTON WAS ABLE TO DUCK UNDER AND ROLL HANS UP!
ONE!
T-
Thadd Blazevich: WHEW, HANS KICKED OUT DUDES! Both bros get back to their feet- AND KELTON TRIED TO LIFT HANS UP, BUT HANS SLIPPED OUT OF KELTON’S GRASP BEFORE SHOVING HIM AWAY! HANS NOW RUNNING IN FOR A FLAMING PUNCH- BUT KELTON IS ABLE TO COUNTER WITH THE GALICK GUN!!! KELTON STUMBLES BACK AFTER DROPPING HANS, AND-
(*TAG!*)
Persephone: And these two clearly aren’t finished with their endless beef. Bronson gets in the ring, except this time things are clearly starting to heat up. Bronson and Kelton are arguing with each other, and at this point I think it’s only a matter of time before things get physical.
Rich Russillo: Yeah, AND LOOK AT DRAKE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS! He gets in the ring and drags Hans back to his corner, allowing Drake to get back out to the apron and tag himself in! Drake gets back in the ring, AND NOW HE LOOKS TO BLINDSIDE ELYSIUM ONCE MORE-
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRONSON WAS READY!! HE GOT OUT OF THE WAY AND LET DRAKE TAKE OUT KELTON!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE TURNS AROUND AFTER WIPING OUT KELTON- AND BRONSON TAKES DRAKE DOWN WITH THE GODBREAKER!!!!! THE GODBREAKER CONNECTS ON DRAKE ARMSTRONG, AND BRONSON QUICKLY PULLS DRAKE AWAY FROM THE ROPES BEFORE GOING FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-
Rich Russillo: DRAKE IS ABLE TO GET THE SHOULDER UP BEFORE THREE! This one is not over just yet, but it almost was! That was a close call, as this match has certainly been chaotic up to this point! Hans and Drake aren’t working together quite as seamlessly as they have in the past, but Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton right now can hardly even be considered Elysium. They don’t care what happens to each other at all.
Thadd Blazevich: I know, dude. It’s kinda cold, but that’s what happens when things get this heated! Lucky for Bronson, I think he has the perfect chance to end this match now without having to think about Kelton! Bronson waits as Drake slowly begins to push himself up to his knees, and I think we know what he’s setting himself up for!
Persephone: YES, FINALLY! A MOVE THAT’D ACTUALLY END THE MATCH!
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON RUNS IN, FOR MICKEY I KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT IT DOESN’T CONNECT! DRAKE ARMSTRONG WAS ABLE TO DUCK AND AVOID THE ELBOW JUST BEFORE IT COULD CONNECT! THAT WAS A CLOSE CALL AND DRAKE KNOWS IT, SO HE QUICKLY GRABS BRONSON FROM BEHIND TO SET UP NATURAL TALENT!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRONSON IS TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT! HE CONNECTS WITH A FEW BACK ELBOWS, CONTINUING UNTIL DRAKE IS FINALLY FORCED TO LET GO! Bronson grabs Drake before sending him into the ropes, AND NOW BRO GOES FOR THE BATMAN PUNCH-
Persephone: BUT DRAKE AVOIDS IT BEFORE GRABBING BRONSON AGAIN, AND THIS TIME HE CONNECTS WITH NATURAL TALENT!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE ARMSTRONG HOOKS THE LEGS, HAVING POSSIBLY WON THIS MATCH!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-
Rich Russillo: NO! ONCE AGAIN THIS MATCH STAYS ALIVE, THIS TIME BECAUSE BRONSON DANIELS WAS ABLE TO GET THE SHOULDER UP! I don’t think Kelton had any intentions of helping Bronson out, so it’s a good thing he kicked out! Drake Armstrong grabs Bronson before dragging him to the corner, and it looks like Drake is telling Hans to finish this! Hans looks pretty hesitant, obviously not wanting to just do what Drake says after all that happened.
Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, but it looks like bro knows that he’s better off just getting this over with! Hans tags in, and he pulls Bronson up BEFORE HITTING HIM WITH A FOREARM TO THE JAW! Bronson swings at Hans in return- BUT HANS BLOCKS IT BEFORE HITTING BRONSON WITH ANOTHER FOREARM! Hans now sending Bronson into the opposite corner, AND HANS RUSHES IN BEFORE HITTING BRONSON WITH AN UPPERCUT! THIS IS HUGE OFFENSE FROM HANS RIGHT NOW DUDE, AS HE RUNS OFF THE ROPES AND DROPS BRONSON WITH A LARIAT!
Persephone: Hans drags Bronson up after that, AND FINALLY IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING FOR THE IMPERIAL FLAME! HURRY UP AND END THIS!
Rich Russillo: HE TRIED TO, BUT BRONSON WAS ABLE TO SHOVE HANS AWAY BEFORE HANS COULD HIT THE MOVE! BRONSON SAVED HIMSELF THERE- AND NOW BRONSON HITS HANS WITH A SUPERKICK! HANS STUMBLES BACKWARDS AND BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES- BEFORE HITTING BRONSON WITH THE FLAMING PUNCH!!!!
Thadd Blazevich: NOW IT’S BRONSON THAT FALLS BACKWARDS INTO THE ROPES- BUT HE REBOUNDS WITH THE BATMAN PUNCH, DROPPING HANS AS BOTH DUDES GO DOWN! THIS MATCH HAS BEEN WILD, BRO!
Persephone: “Wild” isn’t the word I’d use. Stupid is more like it. I don’t even know how this is even still happening when Bronson and Kelton spent the whole night ready to kill each other and Hans has spent it ready to kill himself.
Rich Russillo: Both men are slowly trying to pull themselves up using the ropes and turnbuckles, and-
(*TAG!*)
Rich Russillo: AND JON KELTON TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION, TAGGING HIMSELF IN! Kelton enters the ring, and he looks at Bronson as he tries pulling himself up…
Thadd Blazevich: BEFORE GRABBING BRO AND THROWING HIM OUT OF THE RING! BRO, KELTON JUST TOSSED HIS OWN TAG PARTNER OUT! What the Hell was that, dude?
Rich Russillo: I think Kelton has officially gotten tired of Bronson, AND NOW HE RUNS IN BEFORE TAKING HANS BACK DOWN WITH A BIG BOOT! HANS GOES DOWN, AND KELTON GETS ON TOP OF HIM BEFORE BEGINNING TO PUNCH AWAY AT HANS, KNOWING THAT HE HAS A GOOD CHANCE TO TAKE THE VICTORY FOR HIMSELF! JON KELTON IS ALL OVER HANS GRAYSON, AND HANS IS STILL FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THE BATMAN PUNCH! THIS MAY NOT BE GOOD FOR HANS!
Thadd Blazevich: HANS IS ABLE TO TURN IT AROUND THOUGH! DUDE, HANS IS LAYING INTO KELTON WITH ELBOWS, AND KELTON IS FORCED TO PUSH HANS OFF OF HIM TO FREE HIMSELF FROM ALL THOSE SHOTS TO THE FACE! Kelton gets back up, as does Hans, AND KELTON IS QUICK TO STRIKE WITH A KNEE TO THE RIBS! KELTON PULLS HANS INTO THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BRO! KELTON IS GOING FOR CHANGE THE FUTURE!
Persephone: BUT HANS UNFORTUNATELY DOESN’T LET IT CONNECT! HE SPUN OUT OF IT BEFORE PULLING KELTON INTO A LARIAT, AND NOW HE’S DRAGGING KELTON UP BEFORE SETTING UP FOR THE IMPERIAL FLAME!
Rich Russillo: BUT KELTON FREES HIS ARMS BEFORE GRABBING HANS FROM BEHIND! KELTON LIFTS HANS FOR A BACK SUPLEX, BUT HANS ROLLS OUT OF IT AND ONTO HIS FEET! HANS LIFTS KELTON FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX- BUT KELTON DELIVERS A BACK ELBOW THAT FORCES HANS OFF OF HIM! KELTON NOW TAKES OFF, RUNNING THE ROPES FOR WHAT MAY JUST BE THE FINAL ATONEMENT! KELTON BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND CHARGES IN- BUT HE ENDS UP RUNNING RIGHT INTO A BOOT TO THE FACE FROM HANS GRAYSON, FORCING KELTON TO BACK UP!
Thadd Blazevich: HANS RUNS IN- AND KELTON LIFTS HANS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT TO THE APRON! Kelton turns around- BUT BRO GETS HIT IN THE FACE WITH A FOREARM! It looks like Hans had a good landing on the apron, and he was able to back Kelton off with that forearm! HANS NOW SLINGSHOTTING OVER THE TOP ROPE, GOING FOR THE BURNING SHOT- NO! KELTON DUCKED UNDER THE LARIAT! DUDE, THESE TWO ARE GOING BACK AND FORTH RIGHT NOW!
Persephone: Yeah, and it’s getting pretty annoying. Can they just do something useful to each other already? Hans turns around and goes back after Kelton, AND KELTON CATCHES HANS FOR A SPINEBUSTER, BUT HANS DROPS AN ELBOW ON TOP OF HIS HEAD! See? Annoying.
Rich Russillo: Hans hits Kelton in the face with a right hand, and Kelton stumbles before hitting Hans with one in return! Both of these men are going back and forth with these strikes now, seemingly going back to basics as none of their major moves have been able to connect! Right now this is just a matter of who is able to get the upper hand, AND IT LOOKS LIKE THAT MAY JUST BE HANS! HANS IS BACKING KELTON INTO THE ROPES AS HE HITS FOREARM AFTER FOREARM, AND- WOAH, WAIT A SECOND!
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON DANIELS JUST PULLED JON KELTON OUT OF THE RING!!! BRONSON JUST PULLED DUDE OUT OF THE RING- AND HE THROWS KELTON HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! BRONSON’S HAD ENOUGH OF THE NONSENSE, BRO! HE GETS ON TOP OF KELTON AND JUST BEATING PUNCHING AWAY AT DUDE, THROWING EVERYTHING AT HIM AFTER ALL THE COMMOTION GOING ON THROUGHOUT THE MATCH! AH MAN, WE KNEW THESE TWO WOULDN’T CO-EXIST, BUT I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD BE THIS BAD!
Persephone: You didn’t? You really are an idiot.
Rich Russillo: BRONSON CONTINUES THROWING PUNCHES AND ELBOWS AT KELTON, BUT KELTON IS ABLE TO SLOWLY FIND IT IN HIM TO LAND A GOOD PUNCH TO BRONSON’S JAW, MAKING HIM STUMBLE BACK! KELTON GRABS BRONSON, AND HE PULLS BRONSON BACKWARDS AND HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST! BOTH OF THESE MEN JUST TOOK NASTY SHOTS TO THE HEAD, AND IT LOOKS LIKE THAT CRASH INTO THE STEPS MAY HAVE BUSTED KELTON OPEN! Unfortunately for Bronson, it looks like Kelton may be looking to return the favor, AS HE GRABS BRONSON BEFORE SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE STEPS REPEATEDLY!
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON IS ABLE TO SEND AN ELBOW BACK AT JON KELTON, AND NOW HE GRABS KELTON BEFORE SENDING HIM INTO THE BARRICADE! DUDE, THIS TEAM HAS COMPLETELY EXPLODED! I THINK THEY’RE DONE, AND
(*CRASH!*)
Thadd Blazevich: :krabs:
Rich Russillo: I WAS ABOUT TO SAY THAT HANS AND DRAKE APPEAR TO BE THE WINNERS OF THIS ONE, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE THESE TWO AREN’T GETTING OFF LIGHTLY, EITHER!!!! CODY, JAY AND MIKU CAME THROUGH THE CROWD, AND CODY MAVERICK JUST PULLED DRAKE ARMSTRONG OFF THE APRON BEFORE SENDING HIM INTO THE OTHER SET OF STEEL STEPS!!!! TEAM BRAND WARFARE IS HERE, AND THEY’RE SENDING THEIR WICKED GAMES OPPONENTS A MESSAGE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN EVENT MATCH!
Thadd Blazevich: MIKU SAKAI JUST RAN INTO THE RING AND DOVE ONTO HANS GRAYSON, ATTACKING HIM AND TRYING TO CLAW AT HIS EYES!!!! EVERYONE IS FIGHTING HERE AT RINGSIDE, BRO!!!! TEAM BRAND WARFARE IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF TEAM WAR GAMES, AND BRONSON DANIELS AND JON KELTON HAVE ALREADY BEEN OUTSIDE OF THE RING FIGHTING FOR SO LONG THAT THIS MATCH MIGHT’VE BEEN OVER REGARDLESS! HANS AND DRAKE ARE GETTING JUMPED RIGHT NOW, AND-
Rich Russillo: WAIT A SECOND! THEY ARE NOT OUTNUMBERED FOR LONG!!! KAI RABEAUX HAS MADE HIS WAY OUT, AND HE GRABS JAY JERRY JOHNSON BEFORE THROWING HIM INTO THE BARRICADE!!!! WE HAVE OURSELVES A FAIR FIGHT NOW, BUT THAT’S NOT THE PROBLEM! THE PROBLEM IS THAT THIS MATCH HAS BEEN COMPLETELY DISRUPTED! BRONSON DANIELS JUST CLOTHESLINED HIMSELF AND JON KELTON OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE CROWD, AND SEEING ALL THE CHAOS, THE REF HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO CALL FOR THE BELL!! THERE’S NOTHING ELSE HE CAN DO ABOUT IT, THIS HAS GOTTEN OUT OF CONTROL!
(Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST, BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT’S IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW! BRONSON DANIELS AND JON KELTON ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER, FIGHTING THEIR WAY THROUGH THE CROWD AS SECURITY RUSHES OUT TO BREAK THEM UP! MEANWHILE, AT RINGSIDE THE TWO WICKED GAMES TEAMS ARE GOING AT IT! CODY SENT DRAKE INTO THE RING, MEANWHILE KAI JUST GRABBED JAY AND SLAMMED HIS FACE ONTO THE APRON!
Thadd Blazevich: TRIPLE J FIGHTS BACK THOUGH, AND HE ELBOWS KAI BEFORE SLAMMING HIS FACE INTO THE POST! JAY SENDS KAI INTO THE RING BEFORE FOLLOWING BEHIND TO HELP HIS TEAM, AS HE LOOKS TO TAKE KAI OUT WITH THE HEAVEN’S-
Rich Russillo: NO! KAI DROPS ELBOWS DOWN ONTO JAY REPEATEDLY, FORCING JAY OFF OF HIM! MEANWHILE, CODY MAVERICK IS PUMMELING DRAKE ARMSTRONG AND MIKU SAKAI IS ALL OVER HANS GRAYSON! THIS IS A CHAOTIC BRAWL ON OUR HANDS RIGHT NOW, AND- WAIT A SECOND!
Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST PUNCHED CODY IN THE JAW WITH THE RING!!! IT LOOKS LIKE DUDE FOUND A MOMENT TO PUT IT ON! CODY DROPS TO A KNEE, AND NOW DRAKE GRABS DUDE BY HIS HAIR BEFORE BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY PUNCH HIM WITH THE RING!!! CODY IS GETTING BATTERED- BUT LOOK, BROS! MIKU NOTICED, AND SHE GOES TO HELP-
Persephone: BUT HANS CATCHES MIKU FROM BEHIND, AND HE TURNS HER AROUND BEFORE DROPPING HER WITH THE IMPERIAL FLAME!!!!
Rich Russillo: KAI RABEAUX HAS REMOVED ONE OF THE PADDINGS FROM THE TURNBUCKLES, AND NOW HE RUNS IN BEFORE BASHING JAY JERRY JOHNSON’S HEAD INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!!! IT LOOKS LIKE TEAM WAR GAMES HAS GOTTEN THE BETTER OF TEAM BRAND WARFARE, AND LOOK AT DRAKE ARMSTRONG!!
(Drake Armstrong finally lets go of Cody Maverick, throwing him to the floor as blood is seen pouring from Cody’s head. It is clear that Drake had busted Cody open using the ring, but he wasn’t the only one. Jay Jerry Johnson is also bleeding after going head first into the exposed turnbuckle, and Miku Sakai is laid out after getting hit with the finishing move of Hans.)
Rich Russillo: These three were able to get the upper hand tonight, but everything about this from the beginning of the match was chaotic. It’s safe to say things didn’t go as anticipated, but in the end, these three may have picked up some momentum anyway.
Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, but I still don’t know if Hans and Drake will be on the same page next week, dudes.
Persephone: Who cares? Wicked Games is next week, and thanks to security getting involved, it looks like we should still have a Deathmatch there. I couldn’t care less about some stupid trios match.
(The three War Games teammates stand tall in the center of the ring, standing over their Wicked Games opponents. Drake Armstrong has a smirk on his face, as does Kai Rabeaux. However, as Drake goes to raise Hans’ hand, looking to celebrate the night ending well, Hans pulls his hand away. He shakes his head, before finally he exits the ring, abandoning Drake and Kai. Hans Grayson makes his way to the ramp, heading back up the ramp as Drake and Kai remain in the ring. The two look at each other for a moment, before turning back and watching as Hans makes his way to the back. With this, Voltage comes to a close.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
